X marks the spot

X marks the spot

This mother fucker's going down
And he won't know what hit him

Mind you, I'm not a violent man
You understand
But this is war
It's either him or me
And I gotta tell you
It sure as hell aint gonna be me

Just a little closer
That's it
A few more steps
And it's oblivion my friend

I squeeze the trigger
Gently
Mustn't jerk
Or I might just miss the bastard
And that aint on

B A N G!

Right through the middle of his head
Fucking Ace!
Whatever he was thinking beforehand
Is now splattered across the ground

I look through the sight
See the crimson tide ooze out from the hole in his head
His body twitching and convulsing
Like a freshly salted slug
Then it's still
And silence surrounds me

I find time for a wry smile
But I must be vigilant
He's just one poor soul
And I have many bullets left

It wont be long
Before my next prey arrives
I hate to kill them
But I have no choice
I'm as much a victim as he was
And, after all, I'm just doing my job

I see something moving in the distance and
Put the telescopic sight back up to my eye
They move closer until, once again ...

X marks the spot