i catwalked the boulevards a god without adorers dead passengers turned around and sighed like a strange chorus but then i passed you and it was cruel you instantly caught me with your reticule faster than sonic speed you impacted i tried hard to stay upright and correct it you stopped inside my hurted brain my boiling blood fell like hard rain youre a missile youre a bullet with my name when youre a victim you lose all disciples no ambulance there for first-aid supply life wont floating out of my distant body for there is you to help not to die youre a not removable projectile ill have to bear you for a while your positions right behind my face removing you would be the death youre a bullet with my name