In time, everyone rots,

blood splattered all over the door,

black and white shots

of the dead girl’s face

scattered all over the floor,

a murder took place,

a photographer,

molested and killed,

as only the darkness filled

and fueled the night,

the young girl too weak,

to put up a reasonable fight,

but the detectives had physical evidence,

and trace brought everything to light,

it gave the detectives the position of strength

they wanted to shoot the photograph dead,

a bullet to the back of his head,

but they held their composure,

because they knew that exposure

and punishment was inevitable

for the crime,

and a conviction of murder,

would come in a very short time.