Murder

From top to bottom its a murderer in hide

Upside down is a victim in plain sight

2 way poem

1 dark story

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The place was happy and coloured stark

The people flying to work like lark

Fragrance welcoming, flowers rejoice

Pull is overcoming leaving no choice

Stone tiled with a vintage door

My House on side , third apartment floor

But first, Turn the knob and dust feet on mat

And I shall tell what lies beyond that

In front was the counter with glass half filled gin

On rights was kids room , unusual quite for din

There you see was nothing to hide

But except one dark secret kept aside

Pictures of me and my love Rosie

Yes, my Master room was cosy

But in it signs of struggle were widely seen

Police will suspect forced violence indeed

The knife that killed laid on table

I didn't understand what the man babbled

Walls were white and blood smeared

I left no chance to be spared

My clothes were dusted and filth

It pierced my heart, the weapon and guilt

I'll be gone and its far too late

I shall now accept my fate

Now shall I lay quite like dead

Like a man on Grim reaper's bed