the bullet.

The glass shattered
blood spills in the night
it was a murder
wait there was no fight
there was no struggle here
just a single shot was fired
the bulled had finished its pass
just as the daemon laughed
now the body lies cold
weeping from the mortal failure
that its own mind made
from the lies that spewed
with the daemon's own voice
and as the lights began to fade to black
i wonder what you were thinking
when i look back.

Author's Note

no comments please this one is personal...