Under the Gun

She always had that faraway look in her eyes

I often wondered if it was a disguise

Perhaps a way to silence her cries

So many moods we tend to deny,

Even though she was from across the sea

Some things in fate are meant to be

But no one else can set you free

Not all endings come out so merry,

Does it matter that she suffered for her decree?

She needed attention to such a degree

Somehow convinced she was never worthy

She took out all her frustration on me,

As this planet orbits around the sun

There’ll be those obsessed with only fun

While others will somehow be on the run

You were always convinced you were under the gun,

Why should I care why don’t I roam?

There’s no longer any place I can call home

Gentle waves rolling in with foam

Unlike your ice cold heart of stone,

What happened to this life I called my own?

Come on God throw this dog a bone

Remembering when I was in the zone

Kneeling at the grave of the known,

Every seagull has to fly

Something a vengeful spirit can’t deny

More from my hands than you can pry

In the final days you sucked me dry.