Neuronchaser. Smoke In An Alley

***Draft. Colt vs. Smith & Wesson***

Smoke in the alley, can't see the sun.
Colt in my right hand, war's just begun.
Blood on my shirt; this fight ain't done.
Life's but a gamble; bullets won. 

Street's so silent, ghost town air.
Lost my will; left my soul bare.
Red lights flashing, but I don't care.
Life's just a struggle; do I dare? 

Colt in hand, fire in eyes.
Smith & Wesson sighs and cries.
Tragic tale of demise —
Ain't no winner in this disguise. 

Dusty boots and a reckless aim,
He drew quick; I did the same.
In this life, it's just a game;
Two names, but neither can claim. 

One shot echoes through the night,
Dueling shadows lost in twilight.
Hoped for peace, but chose the fight;
Lost in sorrow, search for light. 

Whiskey on my breath, chains on my soul.
Colt vs. Smith & Wesson took its toll.
Empty chambers, hearts turned cold —
This deadly dance, an ancient scroll.