Fingerpainting

Oh! To rob one of life.
How messy and colorful,
Like fingerpainting in kindergarden.
The sirens wail,
Warning me away from the streets,
Flashing lights blinding me momentartily.
Come love,
I'll walk you to the light,
Gun at my side.
Your eyes will close,
And my job will be done.
The angels can have you now.
Skipping away like an excited child,
I'll go to my own doom.
Skipping to hell,
Ghouls will meet me at the gate
As I press cool metal to my temple.
Come now, lets not be afraid of the dark.