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No one has posted here... And I want to add another poem... So, I'm just going to do it. xP

Murderer
Silence falls over the entire crowd,

Like a flash of lightning, only not very loud.

Crimson pools in the middle of all this,

Everyone stares, a sight they cannot resist.

The body falls to the ground, never to move again.

How can the crowd explain? There's no way to begin.

A stench arises as the scene begins to repeat.

It's the smell of death, the smell of defeat.

Thick crimson still spreads on the floor,

Realization explodes, making this something more.

And now the silent bystanders are backing away,

No longer do they want to watch, or stay.

Metal falls to the ground, clattering lightly,

Sirens approach, lights flashing brightly.

The investigation will not last very long,

The evidence is obvious, murderer strong.

Some people wondered why he didn't run,

But he knew it was over, caught, it's done.

Murderer gazes down at the knife,

Not even caring that they took someone's life.

He poicks it up carefully, out of the blood.

The corner was covered in a crimson flood.

He carefully presses the blade to his wrist,

The Murderer takes a deep breath, makes a fist.

Murderer harshly scraped it across his skin,

His life is over anyway, no way to win.

Blood drips, already adding to the large pool.

Murderer presses the blade deeper, suicide-- cruel.

He'd be dead before the police arriced on the scene,

No one would be arrested, Murderer's record, clean.

The stench of death gets stronger and stronger,

With two bodies, the stench would linger... Longer.

Murdered and Suicide both lay there dead,

Suicide's wrist slit, Murdered stabbed instead.

The police finally decide to show,

But they missed two deaths in a row.

The crowd disperses, nothing left to see here.

But the memory remains, always vivid and clear.