Go on, press record
Lift your phone to bloodshed
Lift your phone to the sound of hatred
Of bloodlust laid on a foundation
That was never really stable to begin with
Go on, film those frames
As you watch me beat the shit out of
All those who made me feel like shit
Worthless
Hated
Unloved
Alone
The final gunslinger, taking his stand
Draws his pistols, hipfiring
And in his stance, thumb through belt loop
Hat down over his eyes
Ashamed of his instant reaction,
His ability to kill and inability to remain emotionless
Go on, press record
Put it on Facebook
Let everyone know what you really are:
A cowardly bystander