Puncture Wounds

I make shadows dance away
And fall back to the floor.
With this candle,
Ill bathe these dark halls in light
And carry your body down the stairs.

Ill take you far from here.
These people dont mean a thing,
This city tore you apart
And its time you dropped the needle,
Just walk away.

Slid your body in the car
And took the keys from the shelf;
Now its my turn at the wheel,
They'll never see us again.
Not if I can help it.

These scars tell stories.
And the notches in the wall count the days
Till I saw light in the window
And felt the air on my face.

This gun smiles at me.
Talking to me in riddles.
I see the corpse in the back
Staring blankly at me
And I pull the trigger to stop it all.