A Man Poem by nic Leisure

Thinking why a death is made by day
A man thinking and do the killing by night for the feeling of happiness
The anger of a man who is sick in the head
Putting the poisoning words of confusion in his students mined
Taking his notes in his eyes to make the perfect crime
For the ones who lost there way falling in to his path
He well clamed there souls just to hear them-
scream and beg for the life’s
For those who think why and for those who think and do
They will fined there self in the same place as there students