I am just a bullet.

A small little bullet.
Capable of ending lives
Capable of shattering families like glass.
Capable of so much pain and suffering.
Too capable.

For I am just a bullet.

My life is short-lived.
Made from copper.
Formed into my deadly self.
Put into a clip, with others just like me.
I am nothing special.

For I am just a bullet.

I see landscape.
I see dead bodies.
Lives taken by things like me.
Bullets.
Time slows as I am fired from the rifle.
I hit a mans chest.
I make impact with him.
I crack bones with my sharp force.

For I am just a bullet.

How am I capable?
Capable of such things.
Such disgusting things.
I only know my brothers from the clip for a short time.
I leave them.
Into a stranger mans chest.

For I am just a bullet.
Capable of the worst.