footsteps at Columbine

I swear in the halls of Columbine
you can still hear footsteps
of those two trenchcoaters
Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris,
and if you listen closely
you can hear the whispers
emanating from behind closed doors.
Silent screams of victims moaning
the gunfire spurts ,
shells hitting the floor.
and if you stare at those walls
long enough bloodstains will appear,
the halls sometimes reek of gunpowder
smell and urine from the fear.
and if you close your eyes tight enough
you can hear the brave too,like Mr. Dave
Yes I walk these halls and shudder
trying to erase the memories
of that fateful April morn.
I enter each classroom in fear
thinking that maybe all this was a dream
more than a nightmare and that instead of hatred
there will remain a trace of peace and caring
I  don't remember all the names of the victims
(please don't hold that against me as I'm no good at remembering names)
as much as I remember the ones of those animals
and forgiveness is vey hard to obtain now.
but may each human life that was lost in the gunfire
by Gods grace be restored in the school way up in Heaven.
and as to the survivors may God bless them in their personal grief.
Columbine was a tragedy of misinterpretation, unavoidable
and cold. but wounds will eventually heal but the scar that is another story.