What I see will end my life,
For what I see will kill my family,
What I am about to do will effect me and my life forever,
As I climb to the top of the highest tower,
I open the door to the roof,
The man running close behind me.
As i look back, the door swing open,
He slowly steps out and into the star light,
The gun begins to glisten in the moonlight,
I run to the edge,
Then i think, to young to die,
I step up on to the ledge,
The gun is fired!
Striking me! I fall 80 floors to the ground,
Only 15 years old and i die,
People say i was mad and killed myself.
NO! i was murdered!
But how can a dead body say that?
Ashlynn flure
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-killer-13/
