The Taurus Lie

Pressed against my ashen nerves the metal touch digs in.
He pleads for me to understand, but I can’t hear the din.
In memory his words still burn like violent, torn maroon.
So like the Taurus charges red these cries grow opportune.

In the mind of little boys, an insult is a knife.
Weapon after weapon used will turn against his life.
Here we stand, and he can beg, but it won’t stop the dyes.
Soon enough his skin and clothes will drip with scarlet lies.

Even as my fingers tighten on the ghostly grays.
Crimson is infecting every creature in my gaze.
How they mock! I’ll make them suffer ten times more than I.
All the rubies in the world aren’t red enough to vie.

Soon enough in this revenge my ashen nerves will snap.
Every taunting lie and laugh will fall into my trap.
And I’ll pull the trigger on the world I’ve left for dead.
They can scream and they can cry but they’ll still drown in red.