Rust

Rust Discoloured bloodied sand Dust unsettled around his feet What's the take from this Sometimes real life seems fictitious at best Now I dream of Alec Baldwin's prop-gun aimed at my chest Now I dream of Alec Baldwin's prop-gun aimed at my chest Rust Discoloured bloodied sand Trust to stare the barrel down It's time for shooting when all the lines are read Now I dream of Alec Baldwin's prop-gun aimed at my head Now I dream of Alec Baldwin's prop-gun aimed at my head