Outlaw

I killed a man, with that loving .45 in my hand.

I couldn’t feel a thing.

Just to hear that ring,

Never-ending is what he said.

Malicious,

Feeling that breaks and takes me from you.

Who are you?

Sweet talker, sweet hitchhiker

On the deserted desert highway.

Remember that all I wanted to

Do- carve that tiny z

Into your head.

Just another scar to add to the ones you

Wear under the membrane

Of your soul.

One place I’ll never know.

Never go.

Reviews

[Michael X]

wow, this poem is extremely taken by the expressive nature of the meaning,
enough to send a chill, the execution of an overdo tragedy, excellent work

[Revolutionary]

sickly said.erie feeling.I got a chill.

[Cancelled]

Wow... nicely written! Hope your short one works!

[Chris]

I'll think on this one...