The Phantom

     

The love of my life has been killed.

   By the very person he trusted the most.                              What do i do?

                    Im broken without him.

His brother is his murderer,

the very man he begged me not to kill.   

For we are assassins. we know the price we must pay.

We may never settle down with kids,nor can we ever stop looking over our shoulder ,

but now they have taken more then my due.

I shall become the phantom that stalks them down. For my name has appeared on the list.

 

   They have killed me once, they can do no more damage to me.

As i take them out one by one ,old trainers and even those who i once called comrades.

                         I felt nothing.

  My emotions are as blank as the mask on my face.

I kill without a second thought, im wounded but the only pain i feel is in my cold heart.

    Its nothing but a throbbing nuisance.

My emotions as lost as my love.

I cannot even feel hatred towards them.

  The tears i once cried for my loss can no longer be conjured .

                           I am the phantom.

Ive taken there lives, i have no purpose anymore.

     Whats done can not be undone.

There for ,i live the rest of my numbered days as a shadow.

               As i walk down the road ,i am shot.

                                       Bang.

Im left there to die. As i lay there the tears finally  flow at last ,i dont know why.

  Still ive yet to have regrets , i except my fate as the morning sun rises ,

            And at last i can see my love once more. 

           I die with a smile upon my lips.