Contemplation

Looking at the world below,

With the wind across my face,

Collecting my thoughts as they go,

Lost in a void, staring into space .. 

The feeling of the need to be alone,

With my wounds still sore,

Like a lone boat in a cyclone,

And the lonely wave breaking on the shore ..

The kings who rule the lands,
Seem to be playing a game with us pawns ..
And when it's the right hand,
I might not see tomorrow's dawn ..

What has this world come to ?
Why does tomorrow scream of nothingness ?
I pause in that thought,
As I aim my crosshair onto his head,
And pull that trigger,
And I continue to contemplate ..