Alone in her <br />Room... <br />Lights out... <br />Moonlight <br />Shining through the <br />Window... <br />Music playing <br />Softly... <br />Gun in her <br />Hands... <br />She screams... <br />No-one hears... <br />'Soon it will end' <br />She thinks as she <br />Looks at the <br />Letter left for <br />Her family and <br />Friends... <br />She screams one last <br />Scream <br />Loud enough <br />For him to hear... <br />Raises the gun... <br />Pulls the trigger... <br />Flops like a rag doll <br />As red, red <br />Blood <br />Leaks all around...<br /><br />Tamara Moir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-red-blood/
