The night was cool,
Musky,
Dark,
Mom and Dad never suspected,
Never would their daughter do such a thing,
Such a terrible thing to herself,
But God,
How so, so wrong they were,
Black and white walls,
Window open,
Cool breeze whipping in,
Open drawer,
Gun in hand,
Death appearing before me,
"Count your blessings dear."
1,2,3,
And fired the gun.
Walls painted red,
Window shattered,
Breeze gone still,
And a girl gone.
