A Man With A Gun

Way too long of a story.

You sit beside me,
Screaming out for second chance.
Too late in hiding, denying this circumstance.
Too stimulated, aggravated, spinning in a trance...
A mess is a mess is a mess,
Is a man with a gun.

Forget what you have seen,
And forget what you have said.
It is all in your head, darling..
All in your head.
The channels and mediums
We have all been cut and bled,
The trials and the tribulations
Of awaking the dead.