He killed blindly,

though if you meet

him you liked him kindly.

He was a nice big guy,

his heart bigger than the sky.

But he was rather slow,

and this is how he got to go.

When someone called him a freak,

his anger quickly began to leak.

He would grab you by the neck,

snap you like a stick.

He did not know what he had done,

he has no where to run.

No one will be his friend,

for the families kin he

killed there will be no amend.

He was just slow,

not a foe.

He was just confused,

but sadly to help him

the police and society refused.

He walked by a girl of sixteen,

she had just been the prom queen.

After a drunken party after the dance,

after false high romance.

She stumbled home,

now all alone.

She crossed him on the side walk,

made the fun of how to him self he talked.

Called him a freak,

made fun of the way he would speak.

Then his anger hit its peak.

He took her to his house,

tied her up with her prom queen blouse.

She gruesomely died,

from his rage though he was blind.

He did not know what he had done,

he just started to run.

With the body in his hands,

he tied her up with her blood covered

elastic bands.

He finally got caught by the police,

one of the cops that was his niece.

He was crying in confusion,

he felt as if this was a delusion.

He fell to the ground,

made an awful tortured sound.

He was shot with the bullet of death,

he let out a sharp bloody breath.

Then he was dead and only his body

lies. This is how a rejected, alone,

sad confused man dies.