Silence, never-ending Mind, always mending Aim, above the head One shot, wake up in bed No skin, only lead Memories, always faded Choices, always debated Pick a rose, feel the petals Never smooth, only rough like metal No one stoops to my level My life, in a journal My soul, always immortal My body, made of steel My feelings, never real What is never felt can never feel Mission, revenge His life, i'll end My gun, my friend My purpose, by which i'm led For what can't die is already dead. Alright that's it, feel free to suggest adjustments or criticize it. Make sure to post your own as well!