Sniper

It is an early monday morning.
The sun is becoming bright on the land.
No one is watching as he comes a walking.
Two bulky suitcases hang from his hands.

He heads towards the tower that stands in the campus.
He goes through the door, he starts up the stairs.
The sound of his footsteps, the sound of his breathing,
The sound of the silence when no one was there.

I didn't really know him.
He was kind of strange.
Always sort of sat there.
He never seemed to change.

He reached the catwalk. he put done his burden.
The four sided clock began to chime.
Seven am, the day is beginning.
So much to do and so little time.

He looks at the city where no one had known him.
He looks at the sky where no one looks down.
He looks at his life and what it has shown him.
He looks for his shadow it cannot be found.

He was such a moody child, very hard to touch.
Even as a baby he never smiled too much. no no.no no.

You bug me, she said.
Your ugly, she said.
Please hug me, i said.
But she just sat there
With the same flat stare
That she saves for me alone
When i'm home.
When i'm home.
Take me home.

He laid out the rifles, he loaded the shotgun,
He stacked up the cartridges along the wall.
He knew he would need them for his conversation.
If it went as it he planned, then he might use them all.

He said listen you people i've got a question
You won't pay attention but i'll ask anyhow.
I found a way that will get me an answer.
Been waiting to ask you 'till now.
Right now !

Am i ?
I am a lover whose never been kissed.
Am i ?
I am a fighter whose not made a fist.
Am i ?
If i'm alive then there's