White Knuckles Around the Barrel

February 26, 2009
My fingers are white.
My heart is cold, spiked with fright.
It hurts, It aches.
But I have to do this for my parent's sake.
Shot to death one warm day.
In cold blood my parents lay.
They were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
So sweet, so selfless, so kind.
My parents were and so I swear.
To destroy their killers, it's only fair.
I know I won't be forgiven.
But I don't care, that won't stop me from killin'.
I have to do what I feel is right. Even if I have to do it in the dead of night.
I know my parents are in heaven, hoping I won't do this.
I feel their voices in my ear, like an angel's kiss.
Mom, Dad, my heart is torn in two.
I'm only doing this because I loved you.

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