Hollow and alone,
He lays on the floor,
Hiding from his fears,
Behind a locked door,
No one will find him,
Because no one can see,
The lives that he has taken,
Arbitrarily,
A plan was set in motion,
Premeditated ******,
He went day after day,
Only one step further,
As the goal grows closer,
His course becomes more clear,
He cannot stray off the path,
He must surmount his fear,
A life is a precious thing,
It is fragile and frail,
It should not be neglected,
And cannot be for sale,
At the end of a gun,
A life's value you can find,
It is all to unfortunate,
He who shoots is blind,
After the flash of powder,
Post action thoughts begin,
Whispers all around him,
Reminders of his sin,
Hie cannot find forgiveness,
For a sin he shan't confess,
Deeper into depression,
His feelings recess,
A thought, a way out,
Strikes all who dive so deep,
A "simple" way to end it,
Their own life to reap,
The aftermath is worse,
Then all the sin combined,
When another life is taken,
A soul in sin confined,