Tonight the gun will sound

Then fall to the ground

The blood will stain the pure white floor

I will be no more

For I am tired of the same ol' thing

I walk the same steps everyday

Living this life in vain

I'm so tired

I feel as though I'm in a trance

So as you hear the fateful sound

And see the crimson around me

Know that I am happier now

No longer in pain

Living my life in vain

For you will see me again

One sweet day

AN: I know this poem could be a lot better but.. I don't really care.