The Bud Dwyer Effect

It takes guts and a gun

Just like Bud Dwyer lil' surprise

A defect, a defect

No one will ever see it coming...

I'm indulging myself in a strategic advance

Orchestrated by the Enemy

It dwells deep, yet grows strong, within...

(I'm working against myself? well am I?)

Everything dreadful happening, imagine how I should feel,

When realizing that it was planned

From a beginning that I don't even recall, (Recall!)

From a beginning that I don't even recall,

You might call this a tragedy; seem more to me like simple standard habits

Wishing to be finally saved, waiting for something/someone that would order me

To follow a certain purpose with both convictions & devotions

If you only knew how I'm tired of your paintings.

Your bold landscapes sucks and have ceased to amaze me a while ago

Be a pal and let me add a little fantasy of mine, abstraction

Of scarlet red, pure... so pure

(Drained away by violence, insanely driving to kill)

Are there any written rules related to simplicity

I guess not, so how come your judging?

You won't the day that it will all end,

Drenched in vital fluids (.357)

As you are forced to witness

The spontaneity of the events,

And I won't be a bother no more?