It\'s coming in a wave you won\'t see.
Double tap.
Shotgun blast.
Listening to your trembling knees.
It\'s here with a look you can\'t fathom.
Bang bang.
Dead-eye.
Thoughts paint the wall; body a phantom.
It\'s leaving with a trace everyone will see.
Echoing waves.
Waves of regret.
Throughout your energy.