The Crisis In Connecticut Has Officaly Ended,
My Faith In Humanity,
In Our Ability To Love--Our Ability To Grow,
How Could A Man,
Watch His Own Mother,
Soak His Own Carpet With The Blood,
She Created Him With?
How Could He Look Into The Eyes Of 5 Year Old,
And Pull The Trigger?
And Only To Pale More, Rosy Cheeks?  
How Could He Watch Their Bloodied Friends,
Cry--Currupting Their Brains With Horrid Memories,
How Could He Live With Those Parents,
Going Home To A Christmas Tree,
Knowing Their Child Will Never Open Their Gifts?
How Can The People In My School,
**** Their Chance In Survival,
Breaking Their Veins With Knives,
And Smothering Their Hearts Out With Smoke,
When Those Children And Parents Are Begging,
For Those Lost Lives Back?
*I'm Broken Inside,
And There Is No Longer A Cure,
After A While,
My Heart Will Be Nothing But Broken,
So I Say Now,
I Have Officially,
100% Lost Hope In This Dirtbag Species