Wolf2778

Bullet

I see the red sky that has befallen me
The road is straight with the touch grief
Cloudless are the days that past my face
Just the sun… has comforted me
With its heat upon my back
The world around not a place to live
Just death and decay has fallen here
As I step in to the abyss
I find my self staring into an empty wall

Has life forsaken me left me to die?
To leave me to the wolves that play in the sand
A broken man I am
My soul all but left… this empty shell with skin and bone
A glint of silver I have found
A powerful thing my hands have become

Shall no one care for this man I am?
Shall I lie here and whiter away from the world today
No… I’ll lie here in the sand as they past my body that has become empty
Not even death will give me the pleasers of ending
So this silver will do
Yes it will do….
It has to….
It will….
Bang….

Comments2

  • Augustus

    "Man I am" loving this. In my day The Lone Ranger shot only silver bullets. Of course he would never turn the gun on Himself.

  • Tony36

    Awesome write



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