Is it bad I wished them dead?
A silver bullet through the head?

Splatters on the wall
no more running down the hall.

Scarlet blood turning black.
Pretty faces going slack.

Heavy metal in my hand.
Legs were shaky, couldn't stand.

Screams pierced the rainy night.
Just wanted them out of my sight.

Crimson tears always burn.
Though my head I'll never turn.

My boots hit the street.
Their bodies leak heat.

They say I'm insane.
Truth is I'm in pain.

Is it wrong I killed them dead?
There are no more whispers in my head.