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THE HITMAN

I.

"It all ended with a hush, and tears
A silent confession as I cupped his ears
Then life continued with a quickening pace
And a part of me has never left that place

His image persists as I leave with her
A solemn abnegation to which I swore
His image persists as she confides in me
Choked the pain inside that she'll never see

A plethora of faces
Past the barrel of a gun
But of pareidolia
There was only one
I could weep of unfairness
I could scream at the sky
But protecting her smile
All my reason why"

II.

Nothing went as it should have
All I've gained is regret, torn pages
And a broken chain

It is in times of disgrace
I find myself back at that place

A puzzled glance towards my rear
That I'd always mistaken as fear
Was adoration, crystal clear
My heart in tandem with a drum
Like the roaring discharge of a...
Gun?
What a fool I've been...

Faced with scorn or otherwise
Her scarlet eyes
From which I could not retract, gleam
They burn with a light that haunts my dreams

My portrait is of discontent
Taps frantically upon the frame
Should I deign to try
Whilst my thoughts cannot acclaim?

Gifted plenty, taken little
All passions were to me, a riddle
For love is rife with confusion and hurt
But what is vexing about our gazes
That always seemed to converge?

All roads are divergent, yet parallel
Is there a hope for Heaven beside this Hell?
Her number stored while seldom used
Perhaps it is hope that I should choose

"S. T."

How I have missed you