Lit Candle

I lit a candle in your honor,
still can't believe you're a goner.
You had some high expectations,
your death is under investigations.
Shot in the head, at the bar,
found in the trunk of your car.
Nobody there saw a thing,
you were more famous than a king.
Your blood still stains the wall,
no one is allowed to use that bathroom stall.
I lit another candle for a certain girl,
her blonde hair she liked to twirl.
This poor girl, no one will ever miss,
and it happened just like this.
She was a *******, standing on the corner,
not American, but a foreigner.
Nobody ever did identify her body,
she was more pretty, than a dressed up Barbie.
Shot in the head and left in the street,
a cop found her while walking the beat.
Its been a week and there is still a chalk line,
her life extension got a fatal decline.
I lit yet another candle,
these deaths are becoming quite the scandal.
Another person shot in the head,
in his house and left for dead.
There is a serial killer on the loose,
a horrible tragedy with no excuse.
Three deaths with not one answer,
its spreading faster than cancer.
The local police have no clues,
its the headline on all the news.
I still have candles left to light,
there will be another lit tonight.
Another innocent soul will be set free,
and if they only knew it was me.