Six, three, four, five, seven, eight, nine.
How many people will die this time...

I don't understand what causes the pain
For people to hurt and the Earth to rain...

Young boy sitting small
in the corner of the room...

It's a freezing cold night
Where I shake and I shiver...

The knife, the blade
The reflection of your face...

A hidden soul is her recipe
To heal her from her broken wounds and hurt...

He looked me in the eyes with so much venom
I swear part of the devil had shadowed his mind...

A pen and some old scrap paper;
Two of the simplest things...

Shadows move where light should be;
Echoes of bleakness so dark and deadly...

I wrote this for my English class...

His black silhouette was a shadow
Against the beginning sunset...

The ground was solid beneath his feet,
Yet he just wished he could fall beneath...