SCREEN IS BLACK . . .


Fade in . . .  black & white . . . night surrenders . . . to morning twilight

Abandoned gas station, Chevy parked behind, Keep out of sight, harder to find

SHE comes out,  Goth Glam show, lights a smoke, turns cool and slow

Walks around back, up to the car, twinkle in her eye, like a fading star

Behind the wheel, sits her MAN, 1000 yard stare, into No Man's Land

A passionate kiss, shit-eating-grins, Outlaw Love, adorned with sins

Up for days, feel death stalking, crawls in the car, then She's talking

Gun in hand, points to the sky, cocks the hammer, winks her eye . . . 

                    "  Remember us in winter
                        when we take you down
                        spark the lower fires
                        light the Underground,
                        Our blood trail stretches on
                        follow it back to us
                        we'll all go together
                        get on the big Black Bus,
                        We'll break the world's surface
                        come up strong and bleeding
                        we've swallowed our faith
                        while temptation was breeding,
                        We ran thru your existance
                        misplaced your screaming souls
                        shattered your shells bloody
                        with ripping raping holes
                        No relief  no rescue
                        not for anyone here
                        so remember us in winter
                        when Angels ask you about fear "

She lowers the gun, looks in his eyes, wanting a response, She gets no replies
 
a long deep sigh, a subtle frown, she wonders why, lays her head down

Sleep overpowers, they fall under, all their lightning, subsides to thunder

wrapped in their arms, their world's on hold, return tomorrow, when more unfolds

Rest for the Wicked, no peace to attack, enjoy the silence,  fade back to black . . .