the sun rose using the clouds as cover
i offered a smirk & moved off in the dirt til i found my lover.
brim bent with intent, an overcoat and hollow eyes
the coldest folk personified.
i whistle shrill & my pistols will make you swallow pride.
bandana tied by a blackened hide, time to follow guys for my hollow prize.
.. gut fucked by a thousand others but i'm who the girl chose.
a fucked up love-nut with a Clubfoot and a curled nose..
my pop never had time for the worlds prose..
nightmares as the birds crow reliving memories of a first blow.
over time, his habit with whiskey got worse tho.
head over my spurred heels she took my heart with some safety,
my barn and my lady both harboured & praised me -
.. til they moved in the dead of the night to startle my baby
faceless and silent, tastless and violent they left me a note
my breath in my throat, destined to choke
i rode for the nearest town to see what the letter invoked..
stirrups betrayed my half-silent awkward process
legs dragging with each dogged whole step,
an icy night & the fog just holds breath.
the saloon doors swayed with meaning, inviting terror through..
painting a still-life picture titled: ERROR FOOL.
the gravel crunches beneath my leather boots,
a reminder of my lack of knowledge on a clever coup..
i was never cooth. all guns blazing, martyr of war!
i'll march through the door, rifle aimed sparking a brawl!
ugh. no. what good is that if i leave my heart at the door?
i walked right in, nodded head to the vagrants
thinking about the first law of life: thats self preservation
limped to the bar and swallowed a double whiskey,
the atmosphere changed, i guess i bring trouble with me..
shit. better act subtle quickly.
listen fellers,
im just tryna see whats written down in a message.
if you'd kindly oblige i'd be out in a second..
& i'd appreciate it sir, if you'd be puttin down that there wesson.
*man takes it. reads it*
here, feller. it says 'come home, face ur demons'
now. you better take ur leave then..
had to leave quick before the place was screamin,
duel wielded pistols woulda left faces bleeding.
tastless heathens.. ugh. then whiskey had my stomach sicker
i never had much fun with liquor.
my horse whined beneath as the cliff edge was perilously close..
run horse. RUN. i put my barrel to it's throat.
i see my fathers face in my head like im starin at a ghost.
blackened ground turns to grass & back around, i swear im gettin close.
the past catches up to us all, you can't gallop away
cuz no matter how many leagues you travel you stay
i feel my saddle then sway, and im up on my feet.
with doubt i look at defeat & the clouds cry as i bullet the beast.
i carry on, & rain-soaked boots squelch in the grass
as i remark on how i never dealt with my past..
PAAA.
he steps out, hat peak covers a golden eye-patch,
zeus's bolts do revolt to illuminate his olden style tache..
i just want my stolen wife back,
duel. to. the. death. i know he'd like that..
hand at my holster, i'm just acting, truly
dont stand a chance 'gainst someone who faced active duty,
facts will ruin me, i close my eyes and prepare for hades faith.
& my mind illuminates with my ladies face.
my fingers slip on the trigger, hands quaking with fear
whip up two guns & see he's got two facing me here,
BANG. BANG.
a shot to the chest and the stomach or ribs,
..he tried to take my heart, so i put a bullet in his.
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