***Draft.Whisper Of The Alleys***
Old Colt Navy by my side,
One bullet's all it takes.
Memories replay in tides,
Heavy heart that breaks.
Shackles clink with every step,
Fate's a weight so grim.
We aren't sculptors of our web—
Choices faint and dim.
Spin the chamber, hear that sound.
Life's a game we never choose.
Illusions crumble to the ground,
Lost in delta blues.
Chronicles that haunt the night,
Echoes from the past.
Grip the handle, hold it tight;
Shadow’s future cast.
Dusty roads and scars of time,
Grit beneath the nails.
All we do is toe the line
On these twisted trails.
Spin the chamber, hear that sound.
Life's a game we never choose.
Illusions crumble to the ground,
Lost in delta blues.
Neuronchaser. Lost In Delta Blues
© Copyright: Олег Крыжановский, 2025
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