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