Waiting in the evening sun

Waiting in the evening sun

Waiting in the evening,

waiting in the evening sun,

waiting at a cafe with a coffee outdoors,

waiting with a gun,

I always carry a gun,

and here I sit frustratedly,

here I sit,

irritatedly,

thinking of my relationship troubles,

and on edge,

and looking around at nothing in particular,

looking around as someone looks at me,

and what are they looking at me for I wonder,

and I feel nervous and on edge,

and as I sit drinking my coffee, I put my hand on my gun,

and the man is looking at me,

and the man is looking at me,

and I am getting nervous,

and he looks like he recognises me, but he does not know me,

and he gets up and he looks a little angry,

and he walks towards me,

he walks towards me,

and I anxiously ready my gun,

I anxiously ready my gun,

but then he is gone,

then he is gone,

no harm done.

Waiting in the evening,

waiting in the evening sun,

waiting at a cafe with a coffee outdoors,

waiting with a gun,

and I always carry a gun,

and here I sit frustratedly,

here I sit,

irritatedly,

thinking of my relationship troubles,

and on edge,

and looking around at nothing in particular,

looking around as a woman sits nervously opposite me with her legs shaking and her legs trembling,

and she,

she has a bag,

a little open,

and I cannot help but see,

but inside she has a gun,

and she is on edge and me,

well, it is making me more nervous,

and from the look in her eyes,

she must high be on drugs or something,

well, she looks high,

and her legs are trembling,

and she keeps looking back and forth at me,

looking back and forth at me,

and as I sit drinking my coffee,

I put my hand on my gun tightly,

and I am getting as nervous as can be,

and she,

she stares at me,

and she shouts something at me angrily,

and I turn away and I ignore her,

but I keep an eye on her out of the corner of my eye,

just in case you see,

just in case,

and quickly I drink my coffee,

I drink my coffee,

and I leave,

leaving her to tremble and shake,

high on something whatever that may be.

Waiting in the evening,

waiting in the evening sun,

waiting at a cafe with a coffee outdoors,

waiting with a gun,

and I always carry a gun,

and here I sit frustratedly,

here I sit,

irritatedly,

thinking of my relationship troubles,

and on edge,

and looking around at nothing in particular,

and there is a man with his girlfriend and a baby,

a baby as cute as can be,

and straight away he looks at me,

he looks at me angrily,

and I look at her and she is on edge instantly,

well, 

maybe he’s got a temper,

maybe,

and I look at him,

and he looks at me,

and I drink my coffee,

and I feel nervous and on edge and as nervous as can be,

and as I sit drinking my coffee, I put my hand on my gun,

and the man keeps looking at me,

the man keeps looking at me,

and I am getting nervous,

and he looks like he recognises me, but he does not know me,

and he gets up and he looks as angry as can be.

stop goddamn looking at my girlfriend he shouts,

stop goddamn looking at my girlfriend he shouts,

and I say I am not,

but he does not believe me,

so, I ready my gun,

I ready my gun,

and he lunges towards me and pulls out his,

he pulls out his gun,

and everyone around except his girlfriend starts run away from the scene,

and instantaneously I have my finger on the trigger,

and I have my gun cocked and I have fired at him

and the bullet hits him in the chest,

and he is a bloody mess,

and he screams in pain,

but it has missed his heart,

and he fires at me but misses and his girlfriend’s screaming,

screaming with the baby in her arms,

and shouting at me,

and he goes to fire at me again,

he goes to fire at me again,

and it is as if in slow motion,

slow motion but quick,

and he steps in front of her, but it is too late,

and I have pulled the trigger,

and the bullet does not miss,

the bullet does not miss,

and it pierces right through him,

and he falls to the floor dead,

and the mother has a hole through her,

she has a hole through her head,

and her brains are everywhere,

and the baby has been dropped on the floor,

and is now lying in the man’s blood,

screams and sirens,

screams and sirens and blood,

and in shock,

frozen to the spot,

screams and sirens,

screams and sirens and blood,

self defence 

self-defence,

self defence

mother and father dead,

and a baby crying,

amidst the blood,

self defence 

self-defence,

self-defence.

and a bloody mess.

I should have got rid of my gun after all and this would have not have been the end.

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