Mamba

And tonight the look that branded me Was like a pool of burnt out gasoline Shiny brown skin like the melting tar On a sticky summer road Finger on the trigger Words like bullets blast the brain Nails a brittle edge of a breaking glass in a bar room brawl Lay myself like a big jack rat Limp and lazy on the sallow soaked floor And now you're feeling sorry Now I'm shattered sad and worn out Ragged raped of mind and soul Empty like an ashtray Damp and dirty grime and grease A broken hearted effigy A bone cracked cranium face frozen about you The cheap wine that you drown the million little devils in your brain Stained your mouth and leaves a purple trail down heartache lane To slash my sickly senses leaving me in my own hell The silent sob of shaking shoulders as the candle drips and dies