Poems: Life is Life.

Teeth

He walks up to me,
And as the eye could see,
He was in tears;

It was enough for my ears to hear,
He wanted me to pull out his glass sharp teeth;

He told me that as long as he had them,
He would use them to do the very bad,
And indeed, this made him very sad;

But would that change everything?,
Will that make the voices in his head stop singing?;

I guess so..,
It's to bad he burned up quickly;