Never Said I Was Bulletproof Poem by William Mowell

Bullets cut through the air, piercing my soul

Leaving a wreck of a man, full of these holes

Knives peirce my heart, cut right through

This life I live, no one even knew


I died on the front porch tonight

Everyone acting like its alright

Left for days my body decayed

My trust was truly betrayed


Some thought I was bulletproof

I guess those bullets wouldn't phase you

Strong as steal, and an ax to grind

Spew a couple more lies for me to find


I tried to ride this one out

But can't hide your dirty mouth

I'm moving on for another time

Because you crossed that sacred line


When this world ends I'll have peace

Regrets will you be able to release

The heavens will open up and I'll be there

The gates of hell will you have a prayer