Red, Cold & Steel

There’s a gunshot somewhere
loud & clear, 

Everything’s dark & humid
clock’s turning back,
cold breeze knots then,
when the pendulum swings in the darkness. 

It’s red in here
& it’s red on me.
Sound‘s coming out of nowhere. 
Never experienced the silent sounds,
counter the whirlpool,
well of course, with me. 

Something cold & steel‘s there.
Lightning stuck then,
Clock turns back to future. 

Breeze’s warm,
but I‘m cold. 

It’s red in here
& it’s red on me.