the Sniper

I watch the world
Through a stained lens
Chaos shifts and evolves
And I smile as the blood
Starts to boil in my veins

The perfect moment
In the eye of the storm
When everything is calm
Everything is silent
The trigger feels like a feather
As the twilight starts

I have all the time in the world
For the dead
Between the breaths
Lost in the battlefield
Life moves in slow motion
As I wait for the ravens
To bring their judgement

Through the lens
Death seems like a distant dream