My name is a mosh pit
I'm a charming wreck
stick to your guns
and shoot me now while you have the chance
or forever hold your peace
as you stuff that handkerchief
back into your pocket.
Bullets astray
as eyes are locked and loaded
chained to this moment
like a prisoners redemption.
I shout between shackles
and next tomorrows resolutions
*"If looks could ****, baby,
you'd cause a holocaust with each glance."