Shh! Not a sound! We can't risk him hearing us!
His mind circling with thoughts of anger, pain, and disgust.
We can't let him shoot, we have to stop him.
He shoots, the bullet grazing, hitting our bodies' rim.
He shoots some more.
Bodies lying unconsciously on the floor.
Blood dripping out of people once known.
People are screaming, crying, shouting, signs of terror are shown.
We are trapped and we can't get help.
But we are too weak to make a sound, not even a yelp.
This day was supposed to be a day of happiness, of love
But instead 17 victims lay dead, listening up from above.