• Sitting here in bed.
    Counting the shiney lead.
    Wondering where it all went wrong.
    Hearing her words echo like a gong.

    She yells and screams.
    Her words like ray beams.
    They cut into my brain.
    Now I have to refrain.

    I fell her harsh slap.
    Sounding like a clap.
    Hitting me in the face.
    My heart begins to race.

    I watch her open the door.
    She calls me a man-whore.
    She turns and walks out.
    The barrel is short and stout.

    I try not to think about it.
    My mind yells 'Oh s**t'.
    I raise the Colt '45.
    Brain buzzing like a bee hive.

    In ten seconds i'll be done.
    Bang,goes the shiney gun.