these streetlights are beacons
planted across an abandoned street
a spark when you pulled the trigger
flickering flourecent lights
the shadow of a gun held to my head
the light that reflects off your eyes
a bullet that hangs right in front of me
the flash of a camera holds us in this moment
i hide here in this exposed roll of film
the splattered blood sending messages to loved ones
washed away by the pouring rain of tear drops
at a funeral, all draped in black
every click of the chamber turns off another street light
the temperature falling with each bullet passed
and every headlight passing by
disapears into the shadows and smoke
on the televisions in the windows
scenes of this moment repeating
news clips like graffti on the sides of buildings
broadcasting that today we killed ourselves