I. A morose boy in black
Crying bullets of anguish
Enters purgatory
His high school
Sadistic treatment abound
But he endured

Filled with rage
He draws a gun
Firing upon classmate
That showed him such contempt
They did not understand
The darkness within him

He shoots those who alienated him
Forcing him behind a mask
Of bravado
Hiding the pain of his soul
His final act of retribution
For a lifetime of shame

Shots ring out like firecrackers
Mingling with the screams
Of his victims in agony
Over whelming the commons with their sound
The scent of gunpowder
Whiffs heavily in the air

The lonely teen
Stands over the bodies
Of his tormentors
Laughing
While crimson blood
Flows at his feet

His macabre task complete
The young gunman
Holds the weapon
To his temple
Depressing the trigger
Ends his silent suffering