- The Killers -

I use to love wicked smiles... 
Of course as a sign of: 

“Should never be trusted”.

But I did.

Vices...

There were nightfalls in which I stole, for a few moments, the guilt of the lack of air I felt, in the last battle in which I couldn’t justify him anymore.

The barter began...

I redirect my cartridge, always full of endless bullets,  

And sang “All these things that I've done” as high as my vocal cords allowed me.

Damn, such peace...

Then I remembered that look, 

The one I didn’t recognize anymore, 

And Finally I realised...

I never knew that “human”.

I won.

S.