Bang bang, he's dead.

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I pass it between my fingers,

I feel the cold hard shell.

I drop it on the floor,

It rings just like a bell.

I place it on the side for now,

Whilst I act at dinner.

He won’t live for long,

Only as long as later.

That’s what I did with the bullet, I put it in his head.

I hate his evil eyes,

The way they stare and judge me.

I hate the way he speaks,

The way he talks about me.

I hate the way he thinks,

The way that he controls me.

I hate his presence in a room,

The way he makes me tense.

That’s why I took the bullet, and put it in his head.

I walk to my desk,

I pick up my gun.

I walk to where they rest,

And use them to load my gun.

I walk to where he lies,

I remove the safety lock.

I look at him sleeping,

I fire a shot.

That’s how I took the bullet, and put it in his head.

His castle,

My house.

His fortress,

My home.

His chamber,

My living room.

His sleeping place,

My zone.

That’s where I took the bullet, and put it in his head.

A foolish man,

The opposite of wise.

He forgot that I’m cruel,

This time, his demise.

My mother’s love,

Supposedly.

But I have had enough,

Obviously.

That’s who got the bullet, put into his head.

Bang bang, he’s dead.

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