Even Murderers Die

Judgment

[Living in Death]

I'm astonished by the
flames in his eyes
For his conscience
is ablaze,
Just like a wildfire
For he's dead within

So alcohol or cigarettes
can't scar him,
And guns or knives
can't slay him

For this soul gives new
meaning to the word
'DEATH'
And he's still alive
But not within

For the stars decended on
the day of his judgement 
And the rainclouds couldn't
withhold their tears

While his poor mother
chanted his name,
As if she was summoning
him out of his chains

But deathy deaf
he remained,
For he couldn't speak
for himself

And if he did
only in short,
For he was forcibly 
speechless

But lets walk back to
the day of this crime;
When he arouse one
morning without his
suns in his sky

Leaving a pitch black
darkness
That one can't define

Of what, used to be
A pleasing life

Of a husband, a wife
And a child

That vanished away
at the swing of a knife
At a time when tree 
leaves fell

But that day he fell also,
Off the tree of life into
endless torment

When he was struck by
a lightening quick reality,
When he was found
evidently guilty
On his judgement day,
When he was sentenced
to a life in prison

For he slaughtered his
happiness,
Both of them!
In a Kingdom of lost
love
And enticing pleasures

So some deemed him as
psychopathic,
While others deemed
him as evil  

But me; When I look
into his eyes,
I see endless tortures  

As deep as a black
hole in the universe,
Depicting
'Saddening horrors'
And hidden tales of
withheld pain,
As deep as a ocean 

But he still hasn't
uttered a word
Since he was jailed
last autumn,
Since he was found
guilty,

For butchering his loved
ones.