Me and a gun…
Seconds muted
blood surfacing
dreams vanishing
hate slipping
faith fading
shadows crouching.

Me and a gun…
life blinking
love laughing
hope shivering
innocence surrendering
angels falling
And demons feasting.

Me… and a gun
nerves distressing
friends weeping
lovers regretting
family crying
Spirit dying
Body revolting…

Me and a gun
Dream and curse
Drop on the floor
Colide the thoughts
Vanish the known
Remember…
Withdraw and reborn.

_Kymill the Bard, Feb 2005