Countdown

Five miles out into the woods

Distancing myself from the neighborhoods

Blood drips down, warm and wet

My hands grips the knife with no regret

Four limbs tied, no way to flee

I silently watch underneath a tree

The lake holds a calm atmosphere

As I wait for the bubbles to disappear

Three large cases of gasoline

A single match to make them scream

Light and warmth form a lovely display

But I've already turned to walk away

Two eyes shut close and their body goes slack

My hands leave their throat, retracting back

I walk out into the darkened night

My, my they put up quite the fight

One bullet, one shot for me to use

It's a game I play and I never lose

The trigger is pulled between his eyes

Another victim before the sunrise

Zero are left, there are none

Now all that is left is for me to run

I can feel my lips form a sickening grin

Time to go, let the games begin