I scratched words on a bullet, I was
Meticulous in its etching so many
Words can fit on the Head of a needle

But I only needed so few words to tell
The word how I felt, and with that I
Put it in my mouth and then silence.

Ballistics did unravel this piece like
Paper scrunched and origami of finally
Folded parts, and it read the following.

"My mind was worth nothing,
*"Now it is written on the wall,