As a trigger is pulled on the gun,

powder ignites.

 

A bullet sets its path as it leaves the barrel,

and I am the target.

 

It screams through the air with a whistle,

finding my skin in the breeze.

 

It tears, breaks, spreads,

finding each nerve, vein, and bone.

 

Pain expands with the bullet,

in each nerve and cavity.

 

It finds my heart in the blood flow,

and stops.

 

Your words are the bullet,

and now Thank you,

is all I have left.

 

When the bullet stops,

its time will end.

 

A time of destruction,

and pain.

 

Your bullet, has left me,

in pieces and blood.