The Assassin

Dont hesitate, just take aim for the head

Pull the trigger

And soon they will be dead

Clean up your mess, leave no evidence that you were there

Then disappear into the night

Calmly breathe the cool air

Dont pity your victums, this is your line of work

You get paid to do this

For the assassin, mercy is an unwanted personality quirk

But you know why you make it quick

Not because you want to get it over with

But because inside it makes you sick

It makes you feel so evil to ignore your inner voice

But because of your former lifestyle....

You had no other choice