My mind has molded
Into the shape of a bullet
It's running through my thoughts
Violent screams of the innocent
Fleeding through my ears and eyes

My mouth sewed shut
Told to keep quiet
I sit here still and silent
Not a word to be shed
The only white noise you heard
Was a bullet to my head

Life's fleeding in dying rose petals
Fading into brownish
Flakes
Falling one by one onto
The cold
Ground
Swept away by the creeping wind
Lurking in
Dark
Shadows
A quarter freed
But three quarters
Captured