Callum Kyle

Rookie (1991-01-22 / London)

Cock It Back, Bullets Fly - Poem by Callum Kyle

Cock it back
let it slide
pull the trigger
let em' fly

I faced the horsemen of the apocalypse
with deaths cold hands gracing my presence
but he doesn't scare no more
because barter I won't
I don't fear death no more

Suffering and fairness
are neither absent or present
death doesn't make deals with no one
so face up and fight it

Cock it back
let it slide
pull the trigger
let em' fly

Boots laced
bullets hazed
weapons cocked and loaded
Yet here I stand ready to roll
simply gambling with my life

Its the one game you don't want to loose
cause out here when you start it
theres no end till its over

regrets,
emotions,
thoughts and memories,
are nothing but commidities
Cause death makes no deals

Once you've started,
theres no turning back,
Death is waiting for your one chance to slip,
your call,
your card,
your death,
your chance to slip,

Cock it back
let it slide
pull the trigger
let em' fly


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 23, 2009



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