1
A cold, firm grip...
Of the antique pistol awaits...
For a skull that has been doomed...
And this weapon was meant for use...
(So) we'llshe'llthey'll have an...
Exceptional funeral...
(And) well attended...
A joint love of shadows...
Unnatural Causes Blue...
2
Swan in hired silk...
Nodding bedsit mock...
Draped ceiling to floor...
In red pool lament...
3
Exhausted and grave...
Awaiting the worst in most...
When the cold truth has worn...
Its miserable welcome out...