Murder Poem by emily summers

Cold blooded evil,
poison bleeding on the brain,
heart made of stone,
eyes with a shifty expression,
face showing now emotion,
stealthly creeping,
hardcore style,
gradually,
speedily,
mental or physical,
murder,
breaking hearts,
lives cruelly stolen,
others ruined,
how does anyone have the right to say who goes?
An eye for an eye,
a tooth for a tooth,
a life for a life,
thats what i say,
life should mean life,
not ten years or something,
a few less if you're good,
why is it so laid back?
Releasing murderers so they can do it again,
protecting them so some other soul can't do what they did before,
it is all a joke,
hypocrisy,
murderers at nineteen,
ten years later twenty-nine,
they have their life ahead of them,
unlike the poor victim of their evil clutches,
i am speaking for the ones who can no longer speak,
victims of cold blooded murder.