The Bullet

The Bullet By Nathan Hannen This torpedo of death smashed the heart This precious gift of life is torn apart It was this that allowed us to play our part Spearing through lives and breaking peace Never told and never asked just sleaze I can't go on, I am not that strong, Appease Congratulations you have just killed another An old man, His sister, Or it might have been your brother In a quiet place there is a girl and her lover The power they have does not permit them cover When piercing fragments attempt to write a thesis No one man can be there to pick up the pieces There may be losses and leakage of our species But remember blood is life and there are leeches There is a boy playing under a morning sky A man pretending to feel sorry for his lie The end is black and the stars say it is nigh The lady cries in pity, A mirrored image in her eye Tell me this and explain that in a second Its something that we couldn't comprehend and only reckoned The stars are not scattered, Just sectioned A body grove in the soil with a stench of death The putrid stain of blood on blood with no breath The lord will lay these souls to rest The End.