by Joseph A Wraith
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Laying on a roof top getting some air,
waiting for the man who doesn't have a care.
Target pointed out, crosshair on the head,
pull of my trigger and he always ends up dead.
Assassin for hire
with a mercenary charge,
10,000 a hit and
I always want it large.
Leave the details with me,
all your problems will be solved,
one quick minute and
no one knows you're involved.
Housewife full of strife,
because the Corporate President,
was cheating on his bride
so out the file went.
there he is walking to his car,
he should have known better than break her lonely heart.
Quiet sound, one round, one click,
he's on the ground, satisfaction guaranteed.
Everyone's expendable at anyone's need.
Another Mark is taken,
to big for the scene.
Better to be the blip
on the proverbial radar screen.
Another job, another city,
where no one knows my name.
I'm just a darkly shadow at the end
of your game.
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|Reviewed by Miss Pandora
|Dark, intriguing and powerful! The last stanza carries alot...that's a lonely, anguished, and dying heart that he carries along with his trigger finger... Panda :)|
|Reviewed by Rebecca Burns
|Nice writing, really does sound like the start of a book.
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Would make a great novel.|