ᴏʜ, ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀsᴘʜᴀʟᴛ,
Why is it that people ʜᴜʀᴛ each other
& ғɪɢʜᴛ? Why is it that people cannot
ғ ᴏ ʀ ɢ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ each other?In a room that smells of tainted copper, blood drenches the floor and decorates the walls in multiple layers of bleeding indifference. Game, set, & match. Down on the ground lies a man, her most recent victim, bruised, beaten, and battered. He kneels before her with fingers intertwined, almost as though he were preparing himself to speak of prayers. They beg for forgiveness, for mercy, and to be spared of their lives, but all is ignored as she brings the barrel of her gun to their forward, forefinger lingering on the trigger— 3, 2, 1,
& you’re
d e a d.✘ — ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʏᴇᴏɴ, ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴏғ sōɢɪsʜᴀ & ᴀssᴀssɪɴ | ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ / ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ