-=Eating Bullets=-
The plate before me
a loaded gun
hidden away from the daylights sun
The meal i'm to eat...
bullet ala mode...
35 seconds as i reload..
i pull back the hammer
i take a deep breath
run over the check list
theres nothing left
nothing to save me
nothing to stop me
I close my eyes and
i'm the one who shot me....
Eating bullets its a great hobby
eating bullets and no one can stop me...
eating bullets and i'm layinv at the gate...
eating bullets my god what a waste....
The bullet sinks in...
into my skin...
i begin to realize the depth of my sin
i open my eyes...
And to my surprise
The smoke smells dank
look in the chamber..
5 shots left
the bullet i sank...
thank god for a blank.....
-={END}=-
© -=SH4D3NH4ND=-, 2005-06-24
Comments: The original comment went something like this : " Fictional storysongpoem about suicide... Russian Roulette style..."