I'm always the gunman.

The last time I heard him laughing,
Was when I caused the laughter.
The last time I saw him cry,
Was when I enforced the tears.
The last time I sow his emotions,
Was when *I* was the gunman,
pulling the trigger on my power of persuasion,
Toward his innocent soul.
Piercing his child-like heart,
Making his emotions adult-like.
Both of us bleeding.
Both of our lives shot down by attraction,
By the fear of being found out.
By the emotions who control our lives.

But still,
The last time I heard him laughing,
The last time I saw him cry,
The last time I saw his emotions,
Was when I was the gunman,
Pulling the trigger,
Therefore, killing a child.