26 May 2012
I'm singing in the rain, through my disbelief and pain.
Caught, trapped, stricken and strapped. Held tight, without a fight, sat up right.
Give me a reason, give me a sign, if it weren't for you, what would I be, where would I go.
I sense the end is near, so should I fear. Blind folded and guns loaded, is this the end or is this the beginning, I don't know, they don't care.
I am nothing, why are they something. Stood tall, powerful, doubtful and spiteful.
Solitude and silence. Pined in sight what's that light. Eyes holding lies all in view like hungry flies.
High and dry without a tear in their eye. Is everything ready sir.
Yes
Good, time to dress remove the stress and seal this deal.
Whistle a song but not for long.
"Any last words"
............"This is not the end"
"Ha its over so don't pretend."
"Men at the ready"
Standing steady unaware and ready. I take my last breath and accept my death.
"FIRE!"
Ready, Aim, Fire • Opuss № I