Travis Bickle

A solitary finger pointed at my head
So much has led to this point
Staring across the room
I realize that I have done good

Their blood-stained bodies sprawl
As she cowers in the corner
She is only 13
But now she will live

The officer stares
Wide-eyed and amazed
The carnage wrought before him
It is a gruesome sight

But it will be my last sight
For I will end all questions and doubt
WIth this make believe gun
I will set both me and her free