I Am The Gun, You Are The Bullet Part 2. Poem by PeaceSeller Unpleasedbuyer

It was the moment he grabbed a gun
Realizing he`s not the one, to become someone.
I guess he took an easy way.
Cursing to himself, he refused to stay.
So it helped, the bullet took his name!

So Hey, it`s me again!
Don`t ask me why, what, or when.
I am nothing, but a man
Searching for relief

Yet still climbing up my cliff
With all the sins I tasted
Yet I can`t say I`ve been wasted
For a goal I do still live

For a thing that keeps me going
For a challange it keeps throwing
Just like once I told him
`I owe you damn nothing`

Yet I am destiny`s plaything
Living in a shadow
Something I am proud of
`Cause I am still going up the ladder

Obsticles don`t matter
It can`t get any worse or better
It`s my life I am running after
While choking in a laughter

As I am searching for what is left
And what is gone
The old I must still be somewhere deep
Waiting for the end of sleep.