Bullets

[ibstraange]

These decisions seem to be deceiving,

Creeping as I breath in a rhythmic disease.

Look! bolts flowing straight to my eyes

Shook and persisted to look through my mind..

I took the chance to match,

All so familiar in a million colours under your covers hiding from others.

Sneaky I make sure not to mislead,

Non intentionally will I ever try and mistreat..

I do believe good and evil is inside of me!

Or maybe I need an excuse to be

Greedy I seem to be making a scene.

At least for me staying under ground

I can get around the sounds coming from your mouth

Dodging them like bullets.

[Silent]

Your creation...? Its good poem.Dark and strange.

[XxboobeargoesrawrxX]

i love this poem, very creative