The Bullet

I am light. I am fast. In fact, baby, I am supersonic. Hell, yeah. I am lead. I am steel. I am simple. I am hate. I am love. I am harmless. I look right at you. Through the dark. Waiting for my turn. It’s up to you, I know. To finally tell me to wake up and go. For the first and last time. With no time to blink. Long enough to watch the very end of you. To kiss you goodbye.