Clouded Campus

Jagged blade, lays on the table,
Just out of my reach,
This tortures bound, all love is sound,
Code of conduct i breach.

Killer thoughts, plague my mind,
As i stretch out my hands,
Blood will run, just for fun,
Wont bother with demands.

As i rise, weary and limp,
Cold steel within my grasp,
I plan my act, down to fact,
Right up till my last gasp.

I set out, to play my part,
In this tragic tale,
Down hall i go, swing to and throe,
Counting each fool i impale.

Red river, runs through the passage,
Like the mighty Nile,
Cops are called, to save the mauled,
I'm goin down in style.

Deserted, empty campus,
No fun left to be had,
Wat's done is done, but more blood shall run,
As i pull a gun, I'm mad.

Front entrance, my destination,
To end this here and now,
Kill them all, untill I fall,
To create an ugly row.

Door swings wide, I fire at will,
Then duck to savour the moment,
I hear them downed, a lovely sound,
Nowhere near a worthy opponent.

Six fall down, plus two and another,
Can't count anymore,
They're all advancing, stalking and prancing,
Closer to my door.

Out of gas, pride kicks in,
Time to show them my real hate,
Now's the time, to end this rhyme,
And tell you of my fate.

The gun i take, to my temple,
And to onlookers surprise,
I mock Gods prayer, give my final stare,
And pull the trigger between my eyes.

***The inspiration from this poem has been drawn from the events of the Columbine Massacre.***