The Assassin and me

The moment he walks in

The room grows cold

the laughter dying out

Beers in hand,

but unmoving

 

Fearful eyes dart the room

no one dares to speak

all is quiet

 

As he walks in the pub

all eyes trained on him

all eyes

on his gun

 

He lazily eyed everybody

the ones he eyed put their heads down

when he looked at me-

I looked back

 

He pointed his gun at me

the temperature dropped

men with beers frozen

the drunk sober

I still looked back

 

Just because he can kill me

doesn't mean I have to be afraid

 

He moved on

The room let out a silent sigh

 

He sat down across fom me

The room stiffend once again

 

He looked at me

"What is your name, child?"

he asked

to which I replied

"I have no name"

 

He chuckled

"Of course you do,

you are a child of God."

 

To which I replied,

"I have no God."

 

"I suppose you don't believe in the devil?"

He asked, amused

To which I replied,

"The devil is there,

but you create your own devil"

 

"Are you afraid of Death?"

he asked, clearly amused

I which I replied,

"Death is my friend."