yesterday….I died; Today…

purple gun

I saw him there,
with a purple gun to my head
I said ‘you’re too late mate,
I’m already dead.

I’ve sacrificed all
of my dreams and my stories,
purged my former self
of all unspoken glories.

I’ve laughed and I cried
from heaven to hell,
but this time baby
I’ve broken the spell.

There’s dew on the meadow
all shimmering light,
the pathway’s unfolding
Vision’s in-sight.’