Point your gun at my head
Play me till I drop dead
The worst of you will get the best of me
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You have a very fine command of imagery and the concluding line is sensational. And the contrast of pale colours (the Moon, ashes) and the red images is beautifully constructed. A fine intelligent poem.
Some incisive wording here, the images cutting and powerful. Love the worst of you will get the best of me, the matches metaphor, and the vivid imagery of blood stains under a colourless moon. Very well done. Bravo. :)
Thanks so much for your positive words :)