F.E.A.R

F.E.A.R

Fernando felt a chill sprinting down his spine,
He held something in his hand,
And that something was mine.
Sweat trickled down his back,
Drop by drop on the floor.
He was escorted by my assistant,
Who then knocked on the door.

“Enter” I said, the handle turned slowly,
Revealing his face, which seemed a bit lowly.
I asked him “Why so sad?” with a smirk and a snigger,
I picked up the gun,
And wrapped my finger round the trigger.
I pointed it straight at his forehead,
I played with his life before he lay in his resting bed.

A ring was handed to me,
One that he stole a while ago.
It felt weird holding something given by a foe.
Then I figured why, he had given me a gimmick!
That made things only worse for Fernando,
Because that, made me sick.
BANG! He dropped dead, unworthy to be picked.

Red was his blood that he lay in,
But he lied to me, that is a sin.
Although, he did not fear consequence,
He had no FEAR within.