It started off with a bang... and not just any bang, the bang of a gun. The shot that rang the people's ears. The one where you couldn't hide or feel. The gun stung as the bullets burned with every ounce of one's body. You want to scream because of the pain and you want to hide but all you can do is feel... feel the agonizing pain. Bullet after bullet, you survive every last sting every last flesh-eating scar that it leaves.
The bullet is words you put out for me, the gun is you...
