Bloodshot eyes
smoking guns
his hands, they shook
like a spring undone
he walked back a few steps
but still the blood touched his feet
he killed the one who lay in front
yes thats what he believed
far away where demons slept
the throne again was left
the axe a little rusty, bent
the reaper knew his next
the human world was easy
corrupt even cores
law protected the upper steed
the distraught washed ashore
he thought he had fooled them all
he thought,"free at last"
the faint whisper behind him said
"No, not that fast"