Bang!
A .45 is bigger
When in a little hand
Her finger on the trigger
Gripping the shiny band
The handle made of pearl
Point at the man fully
Who saw a pint size girl
Who also bore his fury
He could weave a tale
His words could cut many
When his words would fail
His fist did plenty
A monster in flesh
Is how she saw him
Her wounds were still fresh
As was her home life, dim
Then lightning flashed
A silhouette
A little girl clashed
Darkness descent
He held her down
His hand raised high
A rip in the gown
"You must die!"
"Bang!"
A Mask of 100 Faces
There is a mask
That we all wear
It is no task
Burdens you bare
When you hide your self
You switch your face
Fit in you must
You find your place
For love you lust
I am not like you
The mask you see
I do not don
Molded to me
It's stuck upon
One Hundred Faces
I cycle through
Not in control
Not knowing who
My face they stole
You would never know
I switch and change
Forgetting names
Now acting strange
Avoiding frames
I'm no longer me
Who is that girl?
She is not me
Hair with a curl
This can not be
I have D.I.D