Two hots of hate from a mouth as loud as a gun,
Like an assassin.. who does it for fun.
Two deafening blows, in a war that has just begun,
Life gone away.. I'm done.
Two red roses sitting on my coffin, the wind blow, leaving only one,
The world I know disappears.. like the setting sun.
Tricia Lemaster
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-637/
