In the cold, still night, <br />A scream could be heard. <br />The people whisper; <br />The people ignore. <br />For if they act, <br />They will be next. <br /> <br />Silence was followed. <br />All was still. <br />Deep crimson stained the path. <br />The figure lay froken. <br />Eyes deep pits of fear, <br />She stared at the stars above. <br />Now fading, <br />She cried, 'Good bye.' <br /> <br />After her breathing stopped, <br />Menacing laughter could be heard. <br />As he walked away, <br />Darkness consumed him. <br /> <br />Those who kill <br />Will be trapped forever, <br />Locked inside themselves<br /><br />Leah Rochelle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untitled-898/
