A rush;
Of silent sirens and imagined bars
A pistol lickng the dewdrop of sweat
from the cashier's frightened eyes
A scream;
Of lunatic desperation for a reprieve
Frantically reaching for my heaven
A mere needle-point away
A trail;
Of smoke lost in starlit skies
Along with the remains of my life
A pact signed with my tearstained joy
A bullet;
Silver in its unbearable intensity
Shot in my heart, bleeding black
Flowing into sewers of my soul
A dream;
Lost in my own hurricane paranoia
Surviving only by the hearbeat
Felt in the hand holding mine.
A rush;
Of silent sirens and imagined bars
A pistol lickng the dewdrop of sweat
from the cashier's frightened eyes
A scream;
Of lunatic desperation for a reprieve
Frantically reaching for my heaven
A mere needle-point away
A trail;
Of smoke lost in starlit skies
Along with the remains of my life
A pact signed with my tearstained joy
A bullet;
Silver in its unbearable intensity
Shot in my heart, bleeding black
Flowing into sewers of my soul
A dream;
Lost in my own hurricane paranoia
Surviving only by the hearbeat
Felt in the hand holding mine.