Wilting moon

I\'m the bullet

In the night of birds silence, and in the winds that forget to show.
I enter into my chamber, awaiting for blood snow.
I breathe with not of life, but stagnate broken love.
And plead for the path to end, to take me straight above.

You see I am a bullet; a bullet within a gun.
And I\'m silently waiting for the world to have some fun.
Fully loaded I am; and sadly I\'ve become unstable.
For when the trigger is released, my shan\'t be enabled.

Under stress of lost life, but the weight is soon to leave.
I ask you once, to run away... Please.
Don\'t be caught within the firing line; don\'t be trapped within my fury.
Leave, stay safe; be the one to stand next to the jury.

I\'m a bullet within a gun; awaiting for my release.
Waiting for the trigger to be pulled, and for the pin to kill peace.
I can not be saved my love, so run, run before it\'s too late.
I can not be saved my love, so please don\'t let me become your fate...