Taste the Lead

Being born a man in a world of sinful desire

Never thinking the days would end

All he could see is the fire.

 

What he did and what he knows.

so subtle like when the wind blows,

The tricks came natural to him

as if he got it from birth on a whim.

A child is all they saw

yet the truth was nothing but raw

 

He kept quiet, watched, waited, and listened

biting the bullet that truly glistened,

but why did the bullet that he bit shine so bright

it was because that was the same bullet he used

through the passage to earn the right.

 

Or so he thought its what it took to become a man,

never showed tear yet he was left hollow

what is he truly, beast or boy, man or child,

these things go hand and hand.

Who does he need to follow.

 

What does it take to become a man!

Now whats left is lead in his mouth,

questions and dreams swirling in his head.

Blood on his hands of someones spouse.

But its what a man does right?

 

You bite that bullet, its whats right....right?