Insane
H O V E R I N G
NOone saw that near
was a person of
Chaotic Distress
thirty minutes in
it was time to be heard
his friend pulled the triggers
to try and fill the
Loneliness.
But in reality
no amount of
Death
can Repair the
Broken Mind
Every SHOT fired
lengthened his time
he was so
Lost.
Every
Step
you could hear a
Mile Away
even though gas and screams
Blurred
our lives that day.
every news channel was
Quiet
and all the homes remained
Silent
But when the death count reached twelve
Mr. Holmes awaited a trophy for his shelf
but why.
because we live in a world of psychotic
activity
and we live in a world of charismatic sensitivity
because when it's all set and done
there's always one
still ready to run.
Because there's no dodging it
or hide behind it
no it's not the prodigy child or rowdy and wild who's thrived in it
The one responsible cannot be decided
just the people affected,
they've been so misguided
One hundred eighty one bullets later
He pleaded “Not Guilty”
because his level of insanity had diminished to little but now he
Walks.
between more than just stone and guards.
Does 12
Life Sentences
Serve You
The Right To
Be who
You are?
By Kaitlyn Crawford
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