Lead Splinters

In a dark tube i lay await,

For the orders from beneath me.

Is it will or is it fate?

That these orders set me free.

In the rusted walls of where i freeze,

The stillness and silence all too fake.

A hole above for me to squeeze,

When the sleeping trigger becomes awake.

At last my orders hath come,

I rush above towards the light,

The fresh air ive tasted some,

While my body is in flight.

A round figure my direction goes,

I recognized-my enemy;my foe.

Inside him a world of red

-Im the bullet in my head.

-KilllRoy