I can't Exist in this Place
Exept to persist amongst
Faceless identities I can predict
Without a notion. Baseless
Amenities concocted to comfort
Me, Motionless in the corner,
A lost gunslinger drawing my
Judgement with ammo abundant
to fire at will, with grace enough
to connect the bulletins, then pull
them apart, discecting to the heart
so I may feel my fools gold.
I know it isn't real,
but i pride myself on the steal.