Broken Thoughts

Standing in front of the bullet,
that shot right through me,
I can't be saved,
no more lies to dream,
mo more blood shed thoughts.
All I've got is this silver bullet,
and the heartache of a broken thought.

In this metal heavy heart,
I've thought up my last.
And prepared for this dark dream,
long silence slumber.
When my heart explodes,
of long lasting sorrow.

My mind halted at the speed of 65,
no longer able to process my thoughts.
The pain sinking deeper and deeper through the seconds.
My lights go dark,
My mind slows with time.
And realize...
all I've got is this silver bullet,
and the heartache of a Broken Thought.