by ESA
The sound reaches every corner, nook, and cranny.
The killer lowers his gun in disbelief.
He runs and runs and runs, no knowing who he killed or why.
He reaches home, nobody is there.
Our killer calls out for anyone to answer him.
He panics at the sight of splattered blood on his hoodie.
His hands get sweaty,
Then he thinks: safe place.
Our killer runs to his room, locks the door and cries.
He is alone.
A light appears outside.
Everything turns bright except for the silhouette of a building.
As he goes closer, he sees it’s a church.
He walks in.
Everyone from his mother to his first-cousin is there.
Crying in disbelief, all around shook.
Our killer spies the open casket.
He walks up to see what poor soul left this life.
And to his disbelief, it’s him.
See I don’t think you understand so I’ll break it down.
Our killer had a gun,
he loaded the gun,
and took his own life.
And he’s crying now.
He didn’t mean it, he swears.
But alas it’s too late.
And now our poor killer walks the streets, invisible.
Having to live…er, die with what he did.
To himself.
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