Bullseye

the bullet missed her head but shot her crown off instead she gasped as her hair spread manipulated by the ricochet of the pellet blood hit her head but she's not sure where she never felt it instead she gazed upon her crown watching it plummet to floor the blood fell down upon her breasts her innocence, no more there's a gun man standing dormant but what she worries 'bout the most is the boulevard of broken dreams where home becomes a ghost