Bullet On The Belly

 Bullet on the Belly

~Miss A


I'm bored of myself, so I'm going to hit you

Simply, it's not even the attention anymore

It's just the shady, which I can't control

I like to express it, rise above the level, overflow.

Gonna hit the bait, let it confuse you

Check it, observe it, destroy it as you please

This is a problem I don't want to get into

Addicts of danger, needs a bit of gunpoint

At the head, at the heart, turn flesh into jelly

A Russian Roulette, see me through your mindsight

Hold on the trigger, scare dear; bullet on the belly.

Are you brave enough, to hurt your dear this night?

For I'm a snack you chew on

You chew and chew and chew, I'm a gum, ends are no

You play a game, you whack a mole

You kill the mole you win

And end your interest and the joy is damaged

You would replay it right! With whom, I wanna know.

There's no one like me, I promise you

I'm a crowd-pleaser, not an opponent you'd like to bestow.

Can you change the background, the subject?

Why are you trying so when you can't.

Choose your weapon, what you'd depend on

I want this, right now, right here, no questions.

Don't be confused, this is me truly.

Just a bit bored, but ignited to the fire

It burns where the bullet touches the bare.

Like fear, like grave, like denial, like come-on,

I want to see you astonished, a brow of cluelessness

And dreaded, as you try to calculate what's going on

Seeing me dancing and laughing and moving with the lifeless.

Do you see it? Then do me a favor,

Smile, that curiosity away with a trigger.






Comments

  1. Atarax10 April 2021 at 04:14

    Eureka Eureka!! I found another masterpiece. This is one of your most straightforward poem. I guess I know the theme behind this. Anyways.

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