They looked on at the
stage ahead
one man standing there
his voice well read
At least he wasn't dead

like we were
with the future
shown only in broken fragments
our love had grown stagnant

Only to me, but not
to you
because to you
our love is true

At any rate
the man's voice irrate
and quick
and fluid
speaking loudly, he said
"Her heart for a promise, raise those hands folks!
Raise 'em high!
Who wants it? Do I have a bid?
Just one promise
and it's all yours!"

No one moves. Nobody wants a false love.
Nobody would want to shoot
that from above.
I stand regardless
while she - at my side -
watches in happiness.

She smiles.
I promise her the world.
That's what I paid for,
her heart, with a promise.
In her eyes
hope.

I walk up and take the heart
and with my gun...

"And sold! To the man
with the gun!"

Bang.