Lane 13

Walking into a store,
Filled with a swarm of crowded faces.
Shelves that once held what we lived for,
Now everything chucked on the floor.
People huddle, scared for lives,
And there's nothing they can do.

Friday, worst of them all,
Traffic and too many communicators.
Break the glass, shattered into their faces,
Bloodied and weary they tumble down.
Shot once. Twice and over and over,
There's no stopping him.

Hands inside, grasping on everything,
And saying last goodbyes.
Days of terror, 13 sleepless nights,
With no contact on the outside.
Children calling for their mothers,
Anything for them to be saved.

Shock, scared and confused,
There's nothing left to do.
Live out the final hours happy,
Kill him down, now and again.
Men in black come in,
Bang. He's dead, gone.

Three last words for my love,
I love you.