Hold your breath
And don't let go
Reach for the gun
But don't try to run

A thing, so wild
Buried within a child
Engraved long ago
By a friend, not a foe

Now, every breath counts
Taken away with no doubts
All the prayers, and all the shouts
Are useless, for he is shut out

Cannot feel compassion or pain
He stabs in the heart, again and again
Nothing is able to oppose him
For this is- his dream.