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...
- Author: Wilting moon ( Offline)
- Published: January 22nd, 2017 20:07
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 31
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