Death in bullets

Death in bullets

Death comes easy but it dies slow

wondering who is

Next and who shot the bullet

The one that went right through your brain

and made you feel it in your vein

the brain dies fast/quick but your bodies motionless

so you stand their legs weakened by the shock

The hate of others is what kept him alive

He hated the world

he hated himself

so there he is standing in front of his own victim

watching him die slow

the callous feeling he had

in the Delinquency of himself

fostered by his conscience that he was doing something right