Trigger

At last your bloody trail ends

In a dank and dirty dim lit dive

And oh how so fitting for your sorry grave

You'll never leave this place alive

You're not quite what I expected

You're small, sad, frail and afraid

But that doesn't change all the things that you've done

You'd better start saying a prayer

I pulled back the hammer so slowly

My stiffening finger prepared

And "Vengeance is Mine!" screamed the trigger

As badly-played blues filled the air

I know you don't know who I am

Your memory faded by years

But that doesn't matter as long as you die

This moment seen clearly through tears

His hands showed the trembling of terror

His eyes displayed pools of great pain

And all of the justifications I'd made

Were no longer clear in my brain

I found myself telling my story

To him who had caused me such pain

And "Vengeance is Mine!" screamed the trigger

Then outside it started to rain

I'll probably live to regret it

I let the poor murderer go

And "Vengeance is Mine!" screamed the trigger

But triggers are heartless and cold