Assassin

Assassin

A Poem by Hachamecha

Torture

Pain

Death

 

These words d onot mean anything

to the ones who don't understand

 

but you and I understand

we understand their meaning

that's why you're afraid

 

I am a killer

paid to kill

many call this job as an

assassin

 

But to me

a killer is a killer

titles mean nothing

 

I get paid to kill

I get chosen the most

because I have the skill

to kill most efficiently

 

Pleas mean nothing

I do not flinch

I do not say sorry

 

I am not cold-hearted

for I am dying inside

 

I kill

but I'm the one dying

carrying the dead with me

 

My knives stained red

my bullets replaced everyday

one bullet is one life

I go through a hundred everyday

 

People of all ages

despise me

hate me

sometimes,

pity me

 

and there are the ones

who want revenge

© 2011 Hachamecha


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Added on November 27, 2011
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Hachamecha
Hachamecha

Ledyard, CT



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