There is a gun involved. There is a mad man in my back yard. I try and look away, distract myself. I've watched tv on my computer. I've played guitar, I've smoked cigarettes. Yet, here I am sitting in my room with my light off at 10:00 on a Saturday night. I'm paranoid. Something happens to me when I see a gun. There's that pit in my stomach, what an achy feeling. I'm anxious, I want to leave this place. I can't leave though. What, and leave a mad man to defend himself alone against other mad men ?
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