David William Breidenthal Poet Free verse

Bullet Wounds In My Heart of Golden Revenge Chapter 3 and 4

Bullet Wounds in My Heart of Golden Revenge Chapter 3

Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – you’re in emotional debt and you groan
Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Taste the venom…don’t spit me out like GUM
Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Feel the words that move you in the negative zone…you’re a useless, dry bone
Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Numbness prevails over me…brainwashed like SOME

And, now – you expect me to be this strong boy
That’s tainted with saliva and spit like a toddler’s toy 
You ruined me…you wrecked me with your plastic glory
Where shall I flee? I’m a bird, ensnared in your ribcage of melancholy
Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – you’re in emotional debt and you groan
Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Taste the venom…don’t spit me out like GUM
Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Feel the words that move you in the negative zone…you’re a useless, dry bone
Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Numbness prevails over me…brainwashed like SOME


Bullet Wounds in My Heart of Golden Revenge Chapter 4


Desolate in the place I once called My Home Sweet Home – what’s left of it?
Now, What Have I Become to You? I’m the one lost in your twisted, wicked paradise
Heartbroken by your fickle, outlandish ways… You have a frivolous spirit…
Your heart i-is the embers a-and ashes down under…don’t seek me – I-I am not wise
You have a frivolous spirit… Heartbroken by your fickle, outlandish ways
I’m the one lost in your twisted, wicked paradise; Now, What Have I Become to You?
What’s left of me? What am I left with? Nothing…and now, I rot, I rot, I rot on my own…but I am not alone…I roam in God’s Gracious Grassland of Gratitude

Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – you’re in emotional debt and you groan
Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Taste the venom…don’t spit me out like GUM
Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Feel the words that move you in the negative zone…you’re a useless, dry bone
Bite down on the bullet…bite the bullet – Numbness prevails over me…brainwashed like SOME

Where shall I flee? I’m a bird, ensnared in your ribcage of melancholy 
You ruined me…you wrecked me with your plastic glory
That’s tainted with saliva and spit like a toddler’s toy 
And, now – you expect me to be this strong boy

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