They come in...

In the darkness of morning as I am starved for sleep
As if of a clear warning, the heart had skipped a beat
A tiresome glance, forming a long forgotten feat
Of wars and battles untold.

As the works of such power, from the holster I gained
A light foot I did procure, unsteady hands had feigned
Worry, a shaky secure, cold shines in a scared grip, tamed
As a curtain come unfold.

A push of the window did fill my touch and senses
A longing look I had hid from behind the drapes, says
To a whisper, state I rid in a silenced census
Messages to teach, cold.

In the midst of cold winter, they come to knock and knock
Wretched calling of the splinter, from a devilish flock
I inch to the wooden cur, and give him a swift lock
I then feel safe and bold.

A beating on the door cries, a boot does smash him in
A shiver on my back rise, a thought of my past’s sin
The shouts and screams do arise.  I let the bullet in
My brain screams, for I have rolled
Lifeless upon the floor.