Alone in thought

Are you so alone at night?
Do you hold your gun real tight?
There's a place to sit even for a bear

I think you are damned get it right
Sinking by drowning is not nice
Belly of the snake is a habit for mice

Twist to a violent end ring a ding
Rust on my soul’s music at night
Nobody gets close to the fight

My tail is thinking of its next swish
I'm feeling a little inside out
There's no end up in here

Fire is burning bright right
The knots are just to fucking tight
Get it up or lose the double grip

Old is not for the young at heart
Beating the drum might get it done
Pink pork on the plate is too late

White walls are better on tires
Fly’s are not your friend in the Sun
Whirl winds are not for the faint hearted.