Comfort Bullet Of Love (It's For Your Own Good)

I seem to really like doing grim little poems like this, I wonder what that says about my personality.

Here they come

One by one

Rifles in hand

There they stand

Loading their weapons

Aiming at  the head

Fingers on the triggers

Here it comes

Guys, we're in a spot

There's been an awful fuss

Somebody snitched

And I think it was one of us.

Here come the comfort bullets

The comfort bullets of love

No use in fighting anymore

Heavy boots upon the stair

Sirens scream through the air

Knock on the door at midnight

Here comes the fright

They've come at last

It's time to say goodbye

Nowhere to run

We're under the watchful eye

Here come the comfort bullets

The comfort bullets of love

No use in fighting anymore

Bars and chains

Fevered brains

Dragged down the hallway

Everything ends today

Smith, I'm afraid

And I don't know what to do

Someone did wrong

And I believe that it was you

Here come the comfort bullets

The comfort bullets of love

No use in fighting any- BANG