Bullet

it is early
i'm alone.
mom sleeps,
dad sleeps
everyone can get some rest but me.
waiting for a bullet
waiting for a girl
(same thing)
that could stop my heart
slowly
slow
ly
sl
owly
until i can almost feel her in the slow way
that the world spins under me.
hell, she is the world spinning under me.
but at least night and day work the world in regular intervals.
with that in mind,
i lay down and just wait for the bullet.
and i'm sure that she can sleep.