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People might have it backwards on what a Killer is,
The truth is we all Killers,
Some are Silent,
Some are Serial Codes,
How secret?
Creepy, but the touch of one **** is sacred,
Bring the bate, your fates in my hands,
So why debate about Killers,
When you know that you not just a suspect,
Yet Guilty.

You killed me,
You bully.
How do you not die whence, you're Alive?
I was the biggest detective ever
who had lost a case never
The only wish that I ever had
Was to have a nemesis
Worth my fad


Then there was a killer
A serial killer
Who went by a pen name
He thought he was great
But for me, he was very lame


I waited for the time to come
To solve the perfect conundrum
Every piece of puzzle that I ever solved
Would help me catch the self-claimed God!

I worked my way through
Stayed awake even in my sleep
Let the devil creep
By my side
Let it glide
In my pursuit of The Real Devil
Who wanted to work against nature's will!


At last I found him in person
I would have loved to see him in prison
All my hypotheses
All my probabilities
Of identifying him as the criminal
Were heading to closure!

The day had neared
The time that shouldn't have come, he feared
The result was just here, for my self imposed penance
All was laid to rest, in a moment of si(L)ence!!!!
This poem has been written inspired by one of my favorite characters of all time - L from the Death Note Series.
Beware of falsehoods
That's what the cards told me
Now the curtain is rising
And it's not pretty to see

The bridges are long gone
But the evil still breeds
What's going to happen to us and me?

Where is our Shepherd
When we need him dear?
Isn't there much more to life
Than just blood and tears?

A hot steel rhino
Drowns a city in its screams
What's going to happen to them and me?

The accursed notebook
Earns its stars and stripes
The eagle is grounded
While the magpies take flight

A young grim reaper
Brings his scythe to a sheen
What's going to happen to him and me?

Here lies Jonny Boy
And his fall from grace
All his strings are breaking
And he realizes too late

Forgive me Claudine
For the bitterness I keep
What's going to happen to you and me?

Brains are frying
And hearts are spilled
The more we hurt now
The longer it takes to heal

Have I still a long way
Before I lay down and sleep?
What's going to happen to all and me?

Where are you now, dear Shepherd?
Can you hear me?
Can we save ourselves?
In response to today's bad news including the devastating Westminster Bridge Assault. I've been at my wit's end with everything that's happened in just one day...

Woe for England and the world indeed!
Hannah Gaines Apr 2016
He chooses his victim,
By any tragedy,
No one can see him,
But only his victims.

He loves his job,
Though sometimes he gets bored,
The victims are full of fear,
People  call them crazy from Paranoia.

The Death God doesn't stop,
He will roam around this world,
Choosing who dies,
And how they will die.

— The End —