Bullet From A Gun
I lived my life
Like a bullet from a gun
racing down a barrel
from an explosive past
Always smoke and fire and blast
Then I moved on
In my haste racing away
I'm concerned not who
I graze
All my days I came
crashing into, littered souls
What carnage, too
Once I left I was gone
awesome, strong
Hell-bent on ways
that destruction sent
Cold steel and
Hot lead
My nerves bled
and others too
Through your flesh and heart
I pierced
With never a thought
of mercy due
I lived my life
Like a bullet
from a gun
Cold, cold steel and
Red hot lead
poem by Midnights Voice
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