Commissioned Assassin

Commissioned Assassin

Ten stories below, God forsaken hole
His heart pounds at an alarming rate
With his pistol he sits, side by side
With a building hate

Surrounded by the power to destroy the world
To make it just a memory keeps him in turmoil
Though it keeps him on the edge of his sanity
When his shift is over he'll once again be free

Through diligent training he's earned the right
To sit in the seat of red
With button to match at arms length
He touches with outstretched hand
Palms of sweat and itchy finger
He sits and bides his time
No time to ponder, unexpected alarm
The colored light flashes the sign

Opening the book and entering the code
The gates are locked, the doors are shut, blocking off the roads
Tension is growing, excitement in the air
This feeling familiar but this insanity is rare

Assassins game is over, no more he will play
The sun has subsided it's a cloudy day
The testing is over, the last one for real
The waiting is over, these wound will not heal

When darkness overcomes the sky and clouds begin to bleed
You'll find yourself not knowing, fate's warning you must heed
The judgment day upon you, from fear you must refrain
Find the deepest shelter to guard you from the rain