The Killing Machine Poem by George BernardBloodyShaw

My bullet
is ready
for your head...

Your blood will be red
as I enjoy
MY pleasure.

I'm a hunter, you see,
my trophy to be
on my wall.

Just a murderer
that's all......



George BernardBloodyShaw

_________________________

I see the flash.

My legs crash
to the ground.

Pain sears through my head.

Why me?

Am I dead?

My cubs wait
for their mother to return

.....but this burning,
searing pain
in my brain
stops me from........

........



Francesca Johnson