Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]

Eviction

(Part two)

I'm not scared of you,
I'm scared of your gun
So when you hold me on surrender,
Don't think you have me surrendered.
I'm in acceptance that in a spilt second,
my life wouldn't matter anymore.
In this game,
The man with the pistol is king.
Lay me on the ground,
And have your men hit me.
Your pawns in this chess game,
Thinking they're playing the Queen.
Why don't you touch me with your bare hands,
And let your conscience write that in your book of black.
The king pin,
Robbing me of nothing but my innocence.
My Perseverance to lie and watch you take advantage my fear of death.
Screamed, toiled,
pleading your mercy, like you owned my life.
It makes no difference to your apathetic heart.
Leave me weeping on the ground,
Taking your shot.
Two bangs,
Leaving it piercing my shoulder blades.
Rose like the phoenix;
Seeking solidarity in my exert of vengeance.
Hailstones, demonic possession,
Bringing hell on earth to you,
While you plead mercy.
Familiar?
Thought so too.
The pain you exerted upon me,
Had me playing this vengeance tune in repeat.
You had your chance,
You shouldn't have missed.
I thought you knew how to play this game.
Don't close your eyes when I take my shot,
I want you to remember the face of your killer.
Because in this game you taught me,
The man with the pistol,
Is king.