Gun Shot

The bullet cuts through.
There is blood everywhere.
There is death always,
when the shot rings out.
Who can hear, now cannot.
Who cannot hear, now can.
And I thought I could trust you.
But then when you asked.
I had to answer. So I said"No,
I'm not like that, like you."
Then you became silent.
Your eyes glazed over.
I had to get away.
And when I turned around,
there was a thunder,
followed by an earthquake.
Then I forgot to feel.
I thought, but felt nothing.
Then I saw red.
From my chest, drew blood.
Then I could feel,
that I never did trust.
Now I have to relearn it,
before the gunshot rings out.