melting point

Shoot all the bullets your cold visions desire,

shoot your anger away

to reel in the reputation you'll live with

until you die.

People wish upon your death day

the same way you hope and pray

for the death of their senses,

their consciences,

their morality,

so it makes it easier to kill them and claim

you did something right.

Kill an American citizen

because she pissed you off.

You had nowhere to run,

hide,

nowhere to

deport 

her.

So instead you shoot her 

like it's nothing,

like you didn't take an

innocent

life.

Silence the mouth that said

you were wrong,

waste a bullet on your

toxic ego,

your unaccountability.

Waste it on that "fuckin bitch"

the one who said she

wasn’t 

mad 

at 

you 

because all she wanted was

to 

go 

home.

A person who 

risks their life to

end 

others.

Live with the consequences

of being a hitman

disguised as the word “protector”.

I’ll even match with you

with a guise of my own

to hide how unsafe

and unprotected I feel

only because I don’t want to

die. 

Live with your reputation,

with the blood of your victims

stained on your body, your empty chest,

with the maniacal joy that pours out of your voice,

your gun,

your soul.

Live all of it out until

you finally reach your fate

and discover what it’s like when 

ice 

melts.