Six Feet Under

Six rounds, six rounds is all I need
Every shot will count and hit its mark
Ripping through skin and dry wall
Exploding out of wood and bone
You and six friends are in your house
Little do you know I'm on your doorstep
Three taps on the door, your only warning
With a leg extended, I have
Put my foot through the door
A click at the finger, a crack of the hammer
One friend has fallen to the rug
The smell of fear fills the room
For someone has pissed their pants
A puff of smoke and a jolt of my arm
One round has gone through
A chest and into the head next to it
Three people dead; only two shots down
Foot steps hurry up the stairs
Yet a body hits the floor
Then slides down the stairs
Something sturs in the closet
With a slap of the slide, a shell flying
The coats are covered in red
Your time has come to
Pay your dues
A shiver goes down your spine
As you feel the cold steal
On the back of your head
One last breath, on last flash
And your placed six feet under
With your other six friends

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