Closing my eyes, his hand in mine,
we wandered off to a future time...

It's hard to gauge all this rage that I feel.
It's hard to cage all this anger that's real...

Nostrils tingle, beginning to breathe.
Air is expelled, aiming to deceive...

Blood drips from my veins,
like rain from the sky...

Letter in the mail,
mom's in jail...

A life of mystery and confusion,
religion and other senseless delusions...

In the chamber lies his fate,
himself, a bullet, and the gun...