Sniper

I sleek through the grassLike a snake in camouflage

I reach a spotTo sit and watch

I ready my bulletTo pierce my prey fully

I shootAnd im spotted

I have to runI turn aroundIm surrounded by guns

My second dayIm in a chair

Volts surge throughInto my brain to kill

I am a criminalBut a snipers my job

I’m a sniper so I mustn’t be caughtI escape the chair and quickly im gone

I change my looksMy ways, my life

So not to be caughtAnd be drained of my light

I’m A SniperThat’s my sort of life!