The Murderer

P.O.V. is from an agent who was dealing with a homicide.

The coldest stare that came from her lifeless body,

chilled me to the bone.

Who the murder was is left unseen,

and wanted this bloody master piece to be shown.

A young woman not even old enough to live by herself

was taken by a stanger.

As I stared at her cold dead eyes,

I couldn't help but break and to look I could no longer.

Pain of which I had felt got more into depth,

and all the way to the morgue I wept.

A murderer who decided a young woman's life

who thought he was God...

took away a life and never thought that it was wrong.

The woman who had so much left in her life,

had brutally faced a murderer and died.

The last expression she had made,

still was painted on her beautiful face.

Cries of her family still rang in my ears,

for reality was now their worst of fears.

When the murder was caught,

joyful sad tears made their way to the surface,

before becoming gloomy because to bring back the young woman they could not.

The family still trying to hold onto their little girls life,

wanted make sure their daughters legacy never dies.

Author's Note

I know that poems can be an insight on what the author is feeling, but I'd like to say that I am guilty of watching Criminal Minds while writing this poem. :(