It all starts in ball park when you see yourself in the pool, dark, heartless
You always loved your world where there is pain, war that sparks in
A gunshot, everything's chaotic just one shot shows the horror of a Marksman
Body drops right at your office, the flow of blood's not stopping
What you thought is, its all fine, a girl just lost life, but what I'm talking
Is about the stress when you pull the trigger, your chest recoils when the bullet hit her
You always thought of women as useless bitches, so you shoot em because
You thought Death was the fucking gift you could give her
Ain't nothing else you could think of, but what if she herself was Death, caught ya
She fostered herself and watched ya and be the warning you not heard
You made her a Martyr and your gift is what you ordered
Now the game's got stirred as she walked the path to knock ya
Door, like, "Hey rockstar, Your the target I have locked on"
With a key she unlocked your throat, dragged you to the crossroad
Show your face to people who did not know, you died in a foxhole
It was a woman you couldn't stop bro, she was the fear of flocks though
It was quite evident you're not macho, ni match for her attacks so
You were another show piece her trophies of broke fiends
Whom she could kill with her eyes closed see, she was nobody, so unique
Death was what they called her, was she really human or ghostly?
Nobody knows gee, but to me, the thing she could never beat is my legacy
So Imma survive in books and memories for my adventures be venturing
This girl I embrace when its the end of me, I will be remembered for centuries.
Death became her
A/N
It was a challenge presented to me.
It was a good topic
