Narrow smile, raised brow
Cold sweat runs down my neck
Headshot from which I cannot win, my own
You should see her use a gun.
Rosy fingers stretching over silver triggers
Blood spurts out of love wounds
Before it, I bow wanting to be reduced
You should see her use a gun.
Gleaming eyes staring down open loopholes
Clutching hope like a straw, I shiver
She should bury me to keep me alive
You should see her use a gun.
Words treading like broken glass shards
Punching me against bleak walls
Avalanche of desire, shoots straight through me
You should see her use a gun.
Searing flame, my gut spills open
In her name, I swear I will never forget
Drifting fears float about like shallow bubbles
You should see her use a gun.
Eyelashes flogging me over a towering smile
Mind blown, eradicates the universe
Sweating bullets, she bores her nails in me
You should see her use a gun.
Death can be so beautiful when wanted
Green grass over my tombstone, she treads
Whatever she stole, cannot be replaced
You should see her, she uses a gun.
My toil her tool, i am subsised
Drowning, I wonder, why I had to burn
Her visions I depose, an eternal curse I place
Wither, my love, curl right down beside me ...
.... and die
