The Acts within

My friend asked me if i was capable of writing about death...

One dreary night the fog lay low
about these deeds no man should know
the halls lay quiet, lights were dim
what peace belied the acts within

The sounding shriek rings through his head
long since silenced by an ounce of lead
her laugh, her smile, her very breath
forever displaced by the face of death

So quickly this life is torn apart
one bullet to pierce a thousand hearts
to lose life, freedom, and righteous desire
when anger commands the hand that fires