Just me and a gun...and a bottle of bourbon...three bullets in the chamber and a rotation of time. With each turn I could be gone, and what will be left? For those that have to clean up and remember this?

Just me and a gun...and a bottle of bourbon...and I sing something meaningful as I douse my thoughts away. I cant remember pain, I've never had it this bad... I will sing my holy holy's and pull the trigger back.

I sit in the dark with the illumination of this screen and I pray for forgivenes from the God I have never believed. I pray for the lives, for those lives I have seen, doused within their anger and hatred...

I cry into the night clutching my (peace/piece) and I look into a vast abandonment. Just me and a gun and...a bottle of bourbon...and I hold my life far from waiting in time...