Writings From The Unknown13

Bullet

reality is like a bullet,

it came in quick,

and it finally hit me

broken glass and a sledge hammer in my hand

gun shots fired in the sky

this bullet is reality,

and this bullet is like a boomerang 

this bullet follows me,

and it hits me when im weak

reality is a war zone

i want to scream until im voiceless

i have more holes in my heart than bullet holes through my body

my eyes widen as im watching everything shut down in this war im fighting

the air fills with smoke...

and the ground turns into a graveyard 

i gotta figure this out before this bullet comes back...

or is it already to late?