The Bullet

  August 13, 2004

The bullet entered in the skull
It entered in the brain
Crashed through the gates of Memory
Borne on the wings of Pain


Burned clear and bright through Love and Hate
Pierced through Desire and Fear
Flew straight where Thoughts but crooked trod
On husks of Months and Years


Dispelled the mists of Future
Scattered the fogs of Past
And exited into the void
And sped on, free at last.


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