A Time to Search My Soul

I’m sittin’ here thinkin’.

I’m sittin’ here wonderin’

I’m just sittin’ here hurtin’.

It’s time.

The time has long since passed.

It’s time I searched my soul.

Why has it taken so long?

How did I fuck up so bad?

How the fuck did I get here?

Time is short.

Time is always short.

I see the man with the scythe.

I see him coming my way.

I wanna go out standing up.

I don’t wanna go out like this.

I need one more day to get it right.

One more hour.

One more minute.


Okay, Motherfucker.

Let’s go.

But just know.

As sure as I’m a miserable sinner.

As sure as I blew it this time.

I’ll get it right the next time.

I pray to God I do.


I Got the Blues so Bad

I got the blues so bad.

She left me.

She left me crying.

She left me all alone.

It was on a raining morning.

It was on a raining morning she left behind.

It’s now a raining night.

It’s now high time I did it.

Now, I’m gonna do it.

Now, I’m goddamn motherfuckin’ gonna do it!

She’s gotta go.

She’s gotta die.

I got the blues so bad, I’m gonna have to kill her.

Come with Me

Come with me and leave your fears behind.

Come with me and let’s see where we can go.

Let’s see if we can sing and dance.

Let’s see if we can fall in love.

Come with me.

Come with me and let your hair down.

Come with me and be my girl.

Bet you’ll love the life I’ll show you.

Bet you’ll love me like I love you.

Come with me.

Come with me and let’s go fishin’.

Come with me and let’s drop our lines in the river.

Let’s see what we catch.

Let’s sit on the bank with our toes in the water.

Come with me and let’s fall in love.

Come with me.

Come with me and let’s run off.

Let’s hold hands.

Let’s roll in the grass.

I know you’re some kind of fine.

I know you touch my soul.

Come with me into the sunshine.

Come with me into love.

Come with me and I’ll love you forever.

2nd to the Last Excerpt

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Still holding my gun, on unsteady legs, I walked to the back of the barn and emptied my gut, splashing my boots in the process. I heaved everything I had in me and then some. When I was done, I wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my coat. On that fiery-hot day, in the middle of nowhere, in a godforsaken patch of desert, I learned that it is not easy to kill a man. It’s not easy at all, even if the man needed killing.