The inner most thoughts of a murderer are a mystery, this work of fiction is my vision of what a murderer sees the first time he takes a life.
I looked into her eyes,
And felt my heart come out my chest,
Child like innocence raped,
With every bated breath.
She introduced me to a world,
Where the damned,
Knew my name,
My soul was now forfeit,
To the devil’s open claim.
Panoramic images,
Clouded by miasmic shades,
When the veil was finally lifted,
My hands held the blade.
I thought I had witnessed a murder.
But murderer was my name.
With the blood of an innocent,
My hands were now crimson stained.
thousands happen each day..with no remorse though
Let’s hope such visions will remain in your mind alone. 
Although it is very well rhymed and expressed.
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