Laughter

Laughter echos thru a silent domain, unereving.
A stoic body remains impassive as it walks down the
corridor and out into the rain,
Poisonous words hang in the air.
Stealthily, feet walk towards an empty alley way.
Pulling out a weapon commonly used for death and pointing
the barrel towards its head, a finger pulls the trigger,
one last tear falling.

Who's laughing now?