left exposed for the world to view <br />life cutting short off its course <br />my memory fades as death <br />brings to light a new creature <br />feared by the world <br />loved by the media <br />their name grows <br />as our turn faint <br />a mere whisper to <br />the ears of the deaf <br />publicized for the horrific actions <br />they gloat whiles we rot <br />the world speaks about them <br />while my memory goes without care <br />i was going to be something <br />i was going to matter <br />i hate to believe that this is gods <br />plan for me <br />i hate to believe i died <br />so they could live <br /> <br />this is my, no this is our confession <br />of a serial victim<br /><br />Robert Roberts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/confessions-of-a-serial-killers-victim-by/
