I Am The Gun, You Are The Bullet Part 1. Poem by PeaceSeller Unpleasedbuyer

I am the gun, you are the bullet.

Putting a gun at your face
You ain`t feeling no disgrace
Then go on and blow out your brains
See where it takes.

You may seek for a way out
While putting on one else a blame
Trust your senses better
Since you could be the matter

Now what`s left is your lifeless body
Just a piece of an empty space
Never yet to ask somebody
If you be still afraid

Ain`t one gonna ask you
Since you took away your pain
A single pull of a trigger it did take
To have you vanished with your vain

No need for you to serve as a reminder
For those looking for a simple fame
In fact you have lost your game
There`s nothing left now, but your name.

You once told us your name was revolution
In fact you`d spread far enough your lies
And your hopeless delusions
Yet somehow it did work out, gave many the illusion.

What you gave me was your fear
And to tell the truth, I can feel it everyday
In me it does live now
As if your venom had gotten in my veins

Like an unchained mad dog now…
I spread your own disease
Poisoning those you had with ease
Pleasing those you didn`t bother just to tease

Now they say my soul is ought to be swallowed
As now I am slowly getting how you`d feel
Yet still my eyes are burning
With an endless flame of will

And now as I live below and under
I shall break away of your mind games
As I set myself free of your madness
To then start my own, at quickest pace

So then to your corpse could I say
I owe you nothing
Just the end of days.