Bullet Time

Bullet time
In the temple 
One
Bulging eyes
Powdered lips
Gory rills down the cheek
Shattered skull
Splintered bones
Gray-cells dust
Now the brain is pulp
Blood-red spray
Now the mind is free
Ghostless shell
Now the soul is Nihil
Here’s the corpse
There’s the grave
We’re a match
Be it Bliss
Be it bloody Abyss