The gun rests on the tabletop
Blood drips down the wooden legs
Never black and white, like some fictitious fable
For she had sat upon a Powder Keg
Before the bullet was buried inside his head
And when it was, she watched her work wilt
Trying to clear her eyes; her vision of red
Wondered what was wrong; Why she wouldn’t feel guilt

Because, said a tiny voice inside her head
When all she could see were grey walls and prison bars
If you hadn’t killed, you would be dead
Gone from the world, amongst one of the stars

They say that winners are the ones who tell the tale
Gazing out into the dreary darkness of the night
She wondered what it meant to win and fail
She had survived; Yet she felt the bitter taste of defeat

The star twinkled sinisterly beyond the bars
Without motive, without reason, she smiled
And wondered if the corpse had truly won
The star twinkled sinisterly beyond the bars