This is Chapter one of my Poem/Story based on a sniper from Combat Arms. Rate and Enjoy(P.S, to understand this, you must read the prologue!)
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No
trace of evidence
leading to my potential
discovery.
Flawless.

One
thing I’ve learned in
my line of work is to
get rid of any liabilities
leading to me.

Is
this really the life God has
set for me? Must I continue
taking lives? I have
taken from myself the one thing
I have always wanted. I want
to be

Safe.
But no one knows as well as me,
that
No One Is Safe
∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

Pain
that never ceases,
overwealms, whispers:
“Come dear Child, I will care for you”
Such lies.

Is
this the only way?
Is this my path?
Or the road to my enevitable
self destruction. Just eat the bullet,
drift away

Forever.
Get lost in yourself.
But that is not an option.
Live with it, bear it.
Pain is Forever

I am Void