Two Bullets

When the blood runs cold you know it's too late to take the bullets back.

The moment that begins a lifetime's grief passing through me like an angel's ghost.

 

No matter how much you scream and cry into those empty eyes,

You can't make her wake up.

Just wake up.

 

And only now do you realise how pretty she really is.

But now there's two bullets in her chest and every thing is still and red.

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My favorite stanza is the second one.
I sense guilt, regret, confusion in this piece.
It reminds me of how someone might be positive that they hate someone else, but then their "enemy" ends up having a major problem or a sad childhood or meeting an untimely end. Then you feel awful, because you didn't know them in the slightest after all. You just judged.
(and I don't even know if what I just wrote makes any sense)

Brilliant write.