Night-Dust Closure

I’m starring down the barrel of a gun,
Voices wrapping me in Satan’s grip.
If I pull the trigger, have you won?

Dreams fog over reality, so I run.
I climb aboard your star-sinking pirate ship.
I’m starring down the barrel of a gun.

My corpse shell weighs a ton,
And I fall spinning, for your cunning whip.
If I pull the trigger, have you won?

You resound in my head, shooting words, bad pun.
The flute of bubbly poison, sweet in my mouth, one sip.
I’m starring down the barrel of a gun.

Fake hopes that just maybe you were my one,
shatter into pieces with a piece of lace, and a slip.
If I pull the trigger, have you won?

I can almost taste the salty breeze and sun,
And I smell the night-dust closure with a cold metal lip.
I’m starring down the barrel of a gun.
If I pull the trigger, have you won?