Bullet

I used to be a bullet,
smooth, and cold, and heavy,
yet gentle, as soft velvet
covering your naked body.

Targeted precisely,
I whistled like the wind,
and living far from wisely
I suited my dark tint.

Speed was my one friend
and when I twisted without fear
to follow its hypnotizing scent,
my mind was strangely clear.

Once speed and wind went silent
I got paralyzed and trapped.
And my spirit wild and violent
was quickly tamed and strapped.