Forty-Five (Read Description)

Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list
Send away for a perfect world
One not simply, so absurd
In these times of doing what you're told
Keep these feelings, no one knows
What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart

And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of a normal life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45

Send a message to the unborn child
Keep your eyes open for a while
In a box high up on the shelf, left for you, no one else
There's a piece of a puzzle known as life
Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight

What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart

And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of a normal life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45

Everyone's pointing their fingers
Always condemning me
And nobody knows what I believe
I believe

And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
And I'm swimming through the ashes of a normal life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45

And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of a normal life
There is no real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45


-The rain started to pour down outside a gothic castle, as Ghost, shot, stabbed and cut, rested on top of a weather beaten rock, holding his chest from a bullet wound, his tail, completely sliced off, along with his right ear. He was breathing very heavily as blood kept pouring from his wounds over his eyes and from the severed parts.

"So..." He thought to himself, almost like he was going to give up, "This is where I die... And that snake... My mother's spirit... It's a parasite... One of those that controls me..." He then retched up blood to the side. "No wonder I'm dying..."

He then glanced upwards, to find himself looking down the barrel of a very intricately designed revolver.

"You found me..." he muttered.
"Well, it's very easy to find a bobcat like you out here," a dark voice replied to him, cocking the gun. As the hammer clicked back, the bloodied bobcat started to cry.

"I'm sorry Ghost," the figure told him, lowering the gun so that it was aimed at his chest, "You're just in the way of my business."
"I used to have that same business... But it wasn't me who wants it doing..."
"I know... It's that ghastly snake of yours. I'm going to help you."

Ghost nodded, and so, shifted his hand. Within seconds, the gun fired, and Ghost entered the realm between life and death.-

Okay, I had this in mind when I first listened to 45 by Shinedown. This had nothing to do with Chaoscontroler1992, although I decided to use Tricks as they(Supposedly) had the same target, so don't go having a gob off at Haden because Ghost might be dead, this was completely my idea. So if you wanna blame someone if your a Ghost fan(Which, there aren't much.XD), Blame ME!-w-

Ambassador and Tricks (c) Chaoscontroler1992
Ghost (c) me.