Another day on the job
Another training day
Another magazine emptied
Another training dummy full of holes
I hate being what I am
Knowing that when I arrive
people will be dead
and I will have to add another body
I pull off my silencing headphones
and set them on the desk
I pull out more empty magazines
and toss them to be refilled
I sit on my bed and stare at a photo
the reason I stay with this job
I had much more than the photograph
But that was before he met that crazy girl
My cell phone goes off
a loud screamo tune
I flip it open to hear
Captain's called for me
I jump in the car
I speed straight down the road
to a hospital room
Where I find my Captain dead
God damn! I say to myself
God damn it, not again!
The second time I've been in here
and seen a loved one die
I drive back down
and sit on my bed
and tears that never came
now drown me in my pain
I look up at the door
they found his killer
I stand and grab my gun
Vengence in my heart
One violent chase
and a heart full of anger
I see a face I will always remember
A man who took two lives
the same gun in his hand
He took the life of my brother dear
and my captain too
I raise my gun
I pull the hammer
I aim at him
and fire
I hate being what I am
Knowing that when I arrive
people will be scared
of the cop they call a Butcher
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