The Killing

I line them up against the wall
I have a thing to kill them all,
I walk up to them one by one
And introduce them to my gun.

And with the shots there comes the blood
And the bodies fall with soft thuds,
And on the ground they start to shake
Once asleep they will never wake.

And then a shadow comes to play
In all their bloody mess today,
The shadow thirst and takes a drink
The crimson puddle starts to shrink

At this sight I begin to smile
I will be happy, for a while,
But then it sees me, gets a fright
And spreads black wings and then takes flight.

I take them up by bloody hair
Put them back in their rightful chairs,
And when they're there I take my own
I look around, my job is done.

And with the gun I'm all alone
Now on thier faces, frowns I've sewn,
But all I've left is one last shot
I show the shadow what I've got.