Last Run

Try and look beyond it all
                    
a shattered world 
                   thru broken glass

junked cars - shooting stars
                    graveyards of the middle class

I feel my darkness
                     wear it like a hood 'n cloak

laughing at my undead lover
                     blown away like smoke

now I'm back on the road
                      on an aimless run
bottle of whiskey
                      and an old school gun
getting caught - getting killed
                      either way  
                                 my darkside is thrilled
another dead end future
                      with no dreams fulfilled
and by the time you get this
                      more blood has been spilled