Dark

You're on the Reapers list for hell.
You cascade in to the dark, anyway.
On your face you keep true grit.
Look down on the world with piercing
empty eyes.

Dressed dapper black, behind tinted
sunglasses.
Step in to the fray, pulling both triggers,
shoot down the stares and murder the voices.
Throw on the trench casting shadows on
others.

Turn against everyone and turn your back.
Stay with the gloom rock and death metal
in your ear.
Move swiftly to the beat of the tombo
Keeping out of sight.
Charge up your rage in premeditated
fury.

Keeping sane in this crazy world.