Who killed Sara Newton

 Hootings of owl,

Silence tries to crawl out,

Midnight bell ringing,

Disfigured shadows,

Slowly ceasing every nonliving thing.

A fear of death drowning me in the blood on the dead's skin,

Fall or remain there until somebody finds out who's the murderer?

A world of sweet lies weaved from end to end,

But there's no single evidence left to be seen,

A bottle of red wine and a lipstick-stained glass on the lamp table gave us some hints.

 Slipping hours suffocating me,

Hands numb but pray for the truth embedded in heart of the culprit do not tear off,

 Powdery things pour upon the things scattered,

Photos and prints instantly turn the point from where it all started, 

Arguments and questions crushing my mind,

Shallowing some potions partaking to solve the brutal murder case.