Weapon of Choice

Now it’s all over
It starts again
The quest for solitude
The reassurance of pain

Whisky and Martini’s
Shaken or Stirred
No one seems to listen
A bullet is your word

Trigger happy finger
Time they heard your voice
Anything that kills
Is a weapon of choice

Back in the fold
New suit does the trick
Clean and concise
Your wounds need a lick

Nearly lost everything
Even took your name
Zero to hero
Play their game

Let them think
They have won
Turn and face
Barrel of a gun

Just another mission
Do whatever it takes
Only one truth
A cold heart doesn’t ache

Mark Scotchford ©December 2011

About markious72

Here I wish to let my strange and vivid imagination and opinions run wild. I do hope you like what you read. I would love to be a writer, I won't pretend otherwise. Although it is only in the last couple of years that I have realised it. I guess if it meant to happen it will. Happy reading, happier writing. :-)
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