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Betray Me Once More

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She never turned around, never even reconsidered.

I might be a lost cause, at least I am not a sinner.

The red car glistened in the sun as she balefully sped away,

Leaving me behind and knowing –

I will not live another day.

They tried to force a false confession out of me.

Did I kill him for fun or was it for jealousy?

The anger I felt turned into a ticking time bomb in my head.

The more violent they turned,

The more I saw red.

Next week’s papers will probably cover the scene –

Another body found by the Yellow Ravine.

Because I did confess, baby, saying it was all you, not me.

They offered me a head start,

Some form of clemency.

And it really was not difficult to track down the car.

I used to own it before you cheated me, after all.

“Betray me once and we are in the clear,

Betray me once more

And lose all you hold dear.”

-JW

Goner’s Lullaby

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When they dragged me away, you swore not to save me.

They dug a hole in the ground for me, baby.

If there is no one left to blame,

You can always blame me.

But do not assign me the shame,

Do not even mutter the words “they made me”.

When the push came to shove, you betrayed me.

I thought your intentions were not hazy.

But you know what they say –

Deceit only serves the lazy.

Stop confusing hunters with their prey,

Your poison is weaker than that of white daisies.

And I know you have long lost the strength to face me.

We do not have all night, baby.

You know the guilt is heavy already –

So, turn around or live with this daily.

I am still standing but my feet are unsteady.

If you just changed your mind, you could still save me.

-JW

Between Bullets And Enemies

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I come to my senses,

No battlegrounds and no defenses.

I come to my senses

As she’s breaking down the fences.

There’s a wicked crowd chasing me,

My own fault, my only legacy.

(Even if I had to slay him,

Did I have to do it statim?)

But the whirling thoughts don’t last

Whenever her dark eyes meet mine.

She’s the future, she’s the past,

And for her I walked the line.

So, she gathers her contacts,

Enforces all the contracts.

My spine lightly tingles

As she holds me while they gather and mingle.

I must keep my focus.

It takes a village to save a killer.

We both know my crime was bogus,

Just a conversation filler.

But I come to my senses,

No peace and no crooked lenses.

I come to my senses,

She’s reimbursing the expenses –

All those finishing touches

I gifted to her dying trust…

Now my low-budget duchess

Sweeps away the rust.

And I come to my senses,

The air around us tenses.

We’re surrounded,

Blindsided.

Our eyes meet and we agree to take our chances.

Between bullets and enemies

Is where we found our peace.

No battlegrounds and no defenses.

-JW

Unconscious / Her

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She said I should meet her at 5 AM by the rugged graveyard.

I know she wouldn’t beg for forgiveness,

Apologies never got her far.

I’ve tried compromising one too many times,

And as devil is my witness –

Her face is a vivid red light,

It’s screaming “survival of the fittest”.

I know I shouldn’t have crossed that line,

Shouldn’t have sworn on my life.

But her caramel locks sprinkled on my chest erased it all –

The wicked brawls and the insults,

Her shaky voice after robbing another mall

As she phoned me to consult

Or to get out of another fight she started.

Her face looked grim but jokes still tasted lighthearted.

Her lips reeked of whiskey

But it was always her smile that got me drunk.

I faded into droplets for her until everything was misty,

Until she shot silver arrows with her tongue,

Swearing she would never miss me…

And then I wake up with her warm palm on my forehead,

Five years have flown by but it’s still the same smile,

Too damn gorgeous, a hothead turned horrid.

Yet, she would still drive miles to save my life.

Hence, pardon me if my thoughts run all florid.

She’s anything but rife.

-JW

In The Getaway Car: Part II

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I navigate between empty lanes, absorbing the adrenaline.

Every noise is a threat, every crooked sign lies.

All the smiles of passersby deceive with their benevolence.

The scarlet car roars as I rush through the deserted mountains.

But the evening sun rises, it drains my guilty eyes,

They leak like long abandoned fountains.

The inky mascara mixes with my miserable pity and it burns.

No strength left to escape, no energy to stop the cries.

My stomach and eyelids convulse, each taking turns.

A gentle light in the distance pulls me out of the panic.

It shakes and it dances, mimicking the stars in the night sky.

And my limbs move, they’re almost mechanic.

This might be the limbo – but I’ll take anything a little less tragic.

As I pull over, the door of a mahogany house nearby swings open.

She smirks, lips playfully parted.

My downfall, my last omen.

“It’s been a while since I’ve messed with magic,

But, love, I’ve never seen a soul more disheartened.”

I collapse by the entrance, all goes black, then turns blue again.

Yet, I manage a grin,

Knowing that I’ve found a fellow sinner in a friend.

-JW

A Lone Bar

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The neon shines in distorted agony

As I exhaustedly enter a lone bar,

Right by the dusty road of vanity,

Over the state lines – but not too far.

They smell my boiling blood,

I know it a bit too well.

My car’s covered in rusty mud –

And if that’s not a telltale…

The whiskey neat I ordered

Tastes just like yesterday’s regret.

I’m a scumbag, I’m a hoarder

Of the terrors they’ll never forget.

They won’t let go of it either –

No matter what excuses I bring to the table.

The blades they carry have one desire –

To slay me like Cain slayed Able.

The dirt on my snow white fingers

Screams that I’m no angel.

The sins choke and they linger,

But don’t be scared, handsome stranger.

Are you the one to take me away,

Are you the one to follow?

In some places I might be the prey,

Here I might be your gallows.

***

I sneak out as the sunrise comes knocking

Like a gunshot in the distance.

I throw away my ripped stockings

And get back on the road to seek assistance.

-JW

In The Getaway Car

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The miles run by, I don’t notice, I don’t mind.

The desert sky grows darker, the road grows unkind.

It splashes me with memories like freezing cold water,

Flashback after flashback, blotter upon blotter.

The adrenaline is leaving my chest and I’m shaking,

Wondering whether I’m a prey of my own making.

Did his wife remember my car parked on their street?

When did they notice the blood on the sheets?

I know they’ll never find him but will it be enough?

Will I survive all the car chases and petty bluff?

And the desert roads answer what I’ve long feared:

“Objects in mirror are closer than they appear.”

-JW

Betray Me Once

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Dug a hole in the ground for my baby.

“Betray me once and we’re in the clear,

Shoot me trice and you can no longer blame me.”

Your emerald eyes turn moldy in fear.

Or is it the decomposition?

Difficult to tell when the end’s so near,

Difficult to let go of the friction.

The lonely road nearby watches in silence,

My only co-conspirator in these times,

The only safe bet through this sea of violence.

My father told me to never speak of my crimes.

But I differ, I’m singing this one like a ballad

And selling my soul for six dimes.

So, I’m off to the next town as you grow pallid.

You’ll be cold and forgotten before I cross the state lines.

And they were right to warn you about the pretty lady,

You never should’ve started the strife.

Dug a hole in the ground for my baby.

“Betray me first and I’ll lower the knife,

Cut me trice and you’ll never play me again,

You’ll be done with your life.”

-JW