Wednesday, May 2, 2007

Single-bullet Theory


I was in my bed
Last night
Last night alive
I layed my head on the pillow
And there was something
Something cold and hard
Under my neck
It was freezing and metal shaped
It almost broke my spine

I held it and checked it
It had six holes
Five blank
One bullet
And suddenly
An orchestra of lightnings
Came out from above
Like a call of warning
Giving me a feeling
That my destiny were tied
To the very bullet of that gun

And i started to love it
And i begun to want it
Like if the bullet inside
Had life itself
And it captured my will
It wanted to come out
Come out in a passionate erection
It wanted to come out
Come out in a explosive passion

It was loaded, demented
So were i
It was ready, suicidal
So were i

First shot
Nothing happened
But my heart started to beat faster

Second shot
Nothing happened
But my hand started to tremble

Third Shot
Nothing happened
But my legs begun to shake

Fourth Shot
Nothing happened
But my head felt it like it had

Fifth Shot
Nothing happened
But my life flashed right in front of my eyes

Sixth Shot
And my fate was sealed

The bullet got stuck in the middle of my brain


I fell abruptly on the ground
Drooling and convulsing
My eyes were blank
Like the six holes were now
Now that the bullet was expelled
Infused deep into my brain
To never be extracted
Taking my life with it
To be forever a part of me
Laying me now
In this red pillow
Made of my own blood

Like a parasite organism
The bullet had fed
On my emotions
Of love and hate
On my feelings
Of pleasure and pain
On my fears
Of life and death

Laying in my death bed
Until my rotten body
Vanish into the dust
Leaving only a skeleton
As cold as the bullet
Forever trappedAs hard as the bullet
Inside my skull

2 comments:

  1. ainda n li mas depois comento x x

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  2. já li.. escreves fixe pah! curti mas.. ta um cadinh d nada longo.. o q tb n é mau.. eu é q ando smo a pressa :\

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