Assassin, tortuer, informat

I get paid to kill

I get paid to torture

I get paid for secrets

 

Assassin

Torturer

Informat

 

I know the places

On your body

That one bullet

You’re a goner

 

I know the area

On your body

That

Hurts the most

 

I know the secrets

In your mind

How much are you willing to pay

To keep them secret?

 

My ands stained red

My hands full of guts

My mind full of secrets

 

How much are you willing to pay

To kill the president’s child?

 

How much are you willing to pay me

To torture this man?

 

How much are you willing to pay me

To give you secrets?

 

You pay me with gems

You pay me with money

You pay me with secrets

And some money to keep it

That way

 

You wish you’re alive

When I kill you

 

You wish you’re dead

When I torture you

 

You don’t know what to do

When your secret

Is out

 

Reviews

[registeredisaster]

i think id take the assasins job. its easy to keep people quiet when their dead. intresting poem. i like it.