AT SUNDOWN

Click, bang, grin
Holster my weapon again
I'm two steps ahead of you
And just like you said to me
I'll probably kill you in the end.

You're more than an outlaw
But you cannot outdraw
The fastest gunslinger in the west.
My words are my ammo
My dear, you are too slow
So this is your literary death.

When I said I understand you
That should've been your first clue
To turn around and run
But now you must face me
You won't get away free

Click.
  Bang.
     Grin.