TRIGGER WARNING: Guns, Shooting, Death
Her eyes catch his; His golden array of colors illuminate.
Her body dances to his strum.
The beating of bass.
The sound of love.
The smell of passion.
The music…
carries her away.
The lights bounce, like her being against the floor.
It’s not love at first sight anymore,
It’s the gun,
in the man's hand,
who finds the need to shoot at the band.
With the music stopped
The blood prevalent on her clothes
She cries out.
She looks at those eyes once more, reading the expression of distress.
of guilt.
He doesn’t hold the guitar anymore
He holds his gut.
boom.
He’s down for the count.
The gun…
GET THE GUN…
MAKE IT STOP!
HE’S KILLING PEOPLE!
MAKE IT STOP!
It doesn’t stop.
It can’t stop.
It won’t…
stop.
Not until, it finally does.
The band is down for the count.
She has taken a blow to the south
The blood pools about
But she’s not afraid to die in this house.
She comes to.
Well that’s not what life is about.
Living in fear is not the way to live out.
That’s just what makes life so bad,
The feeling of always being sad.
She didn’t die
The band isn’t down for the count.
But living in fear of those who take away lives, will always be apparent,
when we…
never help them out.
Dakota Humble