I now feel the weight of this pistol in my hand
And all I see is blood
Red and dripping all over the place, so much
I watched the light go from your eyes
I watched as the terror left your eyes
Yet that’s not all I saw... what did I see?
Was that sorrow?
Sorrow for what?
For that I killed you and now you’re no longer able to hurt me?
Sorrow for the fact that you’re dying by my hands?
Sorrow the person you’ve tortured so?
What are you sorry for?
Anything?
For ruining my life?
NO of course not why would you be.
What am I to do now?
You are the one you got me into this
You are the one that forced me to do this to you
My personal terrorist is finally gone
It feels so go to be rid from you
But now I going to get in trouble because of you… right?
NO! Because this is your fault I’m not to blame for this
STOP THAT
STOP LAUGHING
You have no right
NO RIGHT!
It’s your fault, I swear.
~Angel~