My last words

My last words: It is said that during your last breath, all your life suddenly goes through your mind and fear surrounds your heart, making you become a prisoner of an unavoidable path that leads you to a single direction. Even if you run as fast as you can, you will never be able to escape from death. I live my life, if this can be called a life, trapped in a darkness that I don't belong. I've always lived facing my destiny: Waiting for the order that will lead me to my single path, the death of someone who has been denied to live. It is said that human beings commit lots of errors. It's in their nature. What they do without doubt is to apologize, find excuses and declare that they learn from their mistakes. I'm an error, but I don't commit any. I have no choice. I'm living with my only target: Chasing lives. Me and the ones who haven't forgotten to love will explode that day that I arise from my darkness into one I've never seen. I live to burn and freeze a bumping heart. It is said that "the good" and "the evil" both follow remorse and excitement. I don't have a conscience, but one day I'll be the remorse of the one who killed. And before I would have been the progeny of this persons excitement. By fulfilling my final destination I destroy someone's physical life, just as this persons social bindings. Killing is not my decision, I don't have reasons to kill, I'm just being used for it. From deep inside this dark hole I see the eyes of the unfortunate one. His sight is lost, filled up with sadness and fear, already dead but still being alive. Here, on the other side of the bulls-eye, without senses or perception, I can anyway feel his heartbeat, which will end up being red silence of shouting pain in a matter of seconds. Everyone should be able to decide their deaths. The only thing I can do is convince the world how valuable life is by acting as an assassin without another choice. Im the consequence of their own errors. Why not thinking first before moving the index finger? The index is the finger used to point the direction and also mislead you to death when pulling the trigger. Im living in silence till i burn a world with flames. It is said that everyone has a world inside and I'm capable of destructing the ones full of life. The sound of silence breaks, everything becomes unclear, everything disappears, everything becomes dark. Emptiness is black, nothing is reflected off black, the color of death is black, black because of inexistence. Before carrying out my mission, for the ones who don't know me yet or have never seen me, my name is Bullet, that's how they call me. I exist to create inexistence. Loaded and pointing to my objective, this is my only destiny, Bang!