Solid enough for you?

Ahh, quiet deaths...
There's no such thing,
like that
hissed intake of breathe,
that pounding hammer,
the curlicue of smoke,
imitating your victims relapsed spirit.

Never mind their very last though, no.
It was probably, 'I hope he doesn't shoot me',
rather than 'God, I'll miss my family'.

And the fact that you were God for a second,
God to them alone,
and the fact that you held their lives...held their lives...
Oh it feels good, to know that you have power, in your hands.
A little cloud of red smoke, a quiet gurgle.
This things time is up, as depicted by my own true self.

Tick tock, Hammer cocked.
Another victim please.
Is this the fun we get from killing?
This trigger's pulled with ease....