A sinister look at me and all around.
Fermented stare at everyone...
This man seen in a nightmare stands.
Wind blows his hair...
Bear-like muscles tense and in his hand...
A gun drawn yet all around him just glare...
Not like its meant to happen he thinks.
He looks around.
Swivelling and catching glances...
Undisturbed and almost annoyed on him they land.
Just seeing...
Sinister one looks on...
His face is set upon that goal,
Take the money...
Attempting to take for children in a dream he had…
Get enough money to feed these hungry mouths…
The reality is too scared to reprimand
Bulging red eyes look at me...
He just looks at me and finally sees.
A thrust, a push, a painful stranglehold...
Hostage taken just as red lights begin to show,
Red lights without the sirens.
Trying to sneak up to arrest this giant...
And Goliath holds me…
A scare I hope because one move is all that’s needed to break my Neck he told me…
A congregation run out, a million pistols drawn…
Anxious faces staring at this man, this living wall…
They fumble, a commander is drawn…
Weapons unfolding from this cults very core…
And oh so sinister…
A sad smile on his face,
Reality re-enters and for a second his mind is caught in space
And then so slowly his hand Starts to elevate...
A word forming on his lips...
A tear forming in his eye’s…
And then...
Sinister shot in the dark, Goliath falls down...
I escape, my shirt clings to me as I understand...
A voice calls out… The decorated commander:
"Shooting at a man with a hostage, was that necessary?"
"We were trying to protect everyone else in this retail park"
An accepting nod…
And then the congregation refolds…
Calling an ambulance they all go home…
Not even taking a glance at the monster on the floor dead…
And in my head the peculiar scene will imbed…
…
Sinister
