Mello
A shot in the dark
A small cross in a burning torch
Hopes and dreams can't escape the void of blank eyes
Shattered glass, a firecracker
A thought before death
Always second
He'll kill those in his way
To win, to defeat that albino sheep
A burning hate controlls his hand
It points the gun to him
The sheep's shirt as white as snow
would look so much better covered in blood
A twitchy finger on the trigger
A girl, eyes like a hawk, stops his hand
He can't believe she can
Her words are strong, her eyes are stronger
Without realizing it, he lowers his hand.
















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