BULLET KILLS

I always think dying only comes by stabbing the neck,
Or by involving in a drastic accident that takes one's breath,
Or been cursed by nature with an incurable illness,
Some that cause blindness and some that drop one to silence.

Some illness so greedy they drain the pocket,
Some so generous they help in buying  a casket,
But how naive was i to think dying only comes by reaching ninety,
How naive was i to think only death kills abruptly,
How naive was i not to know words can be a bullet,
How naive was I not to know that bullet kills.