In pursuit of my prey
Running for his life, he won’t get away

He throws his hands up, a sign of surrender
He begs for mercy, but I don’t care

I press my shotgun against his head
I pull the trigger, now he’s dead

The rush of the chase
The thrill of the hunt
Feeding the habit
Killing for fun

Stump-neck
Blood splatter
Shards of skull
Brain matter

Virtual decapitation
By virtue of my shotgun