Photographer

Blood on the wall
This killer didn't care
These were just kids
I wish life was more fair
I come in every day
To see stuff like this
Then go home every night
To await my love's kiss
It's hard taking pictures
Especially of a kid
It's hard thinking that
This is what a normal person did
Murder, suicide
It's all the same
Some one dies
And to the killer it's a game
I can't fathom why anybody
Would pull a gun
On the innocent,
or anyone
I always wanted to be a photographer
But not like this
It's the good things in life
That I miss.