A coward's remorse.
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Everyone ducked at the sound of the shot,
"We're coming to get ya, ready or not!"
But there's to many ways to trouble a mind
So empty of reason theres nothing to find
Will my last train of thought involve leaving you here?
Screaming my name as I run, filled with fear?
But in a flash of inspired, drug-fuelled stupor I stop,
"Babe, I'm coming to get ya, ready or not!"
Its a tenuous thing; this cowards resolve
Cos its too late to ask God my sins to absolve,
So maybe there's some space for reason to doubt,
Why I charge back inside intent on getting you out.
The rooms full of smoke and there blood everywhere,
My heart starts to quail, my resolve starts to tear,
When a scream from my girl sets the steel to my back,
I've decided - no more! Its time to attack!
As the bullets zip past me I jump through a door
And roll like a gymnast over the floor,
And I stop as ahead I see my girl - she's weeping,
From a hundred new wounds her blood is now seeping.
She looks at me and a smile lights her face,
But her eyes start to wander - she's finding her place,
Like a void with no windows - like endless black skies,
A shudder escapes her and closes her eyes.
For a moment or two I hope beyond hoping,
But inside I know I'd better start coping,
With the agony rolling around in my head,
That most bitter of thoughts - I'd left her for dead...