Lying on bed,
Thoughts rushing through my head
Deafening phone ring,
Amidst the quiet - does sting
A knife, a gun
Someone's hair in a bun
A loud gunshot,
Murderers smoking pot
Friends sitting huddled together,
Rings of smoke in the air
Looking at one another,
Yet none can even an image register
Look out at the sunset,
Does it look violent even though it's red?
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