Serial Killer Poem by martinez king cortez muriithi

CoId silence
a prelude to violence
a prologue of madness
the dialogue of mumness
the noise of absence
heart beat stops
bystanders watch
others talk
as the police holds his chalk
the muderer's up a notch
coz tonight he was on spot
again on clock
murder without a plot
murder randomly sort
murder meticulously thought of
now all he has is an afterthought
the aftermath of implemented
thought
he thinks too much coz thoughts
keep racing through his mind
thoughts of his past
his near past,
his present
his near future
and his ultimate future
the afterlife is not an issue
it was never the big Q
so he doesnt need a tissue
he's a rogue villain
blessed with brilliance
bounty to a million
camouflage like a chamillion
colours like strategies ever in
their billions
he's the type of killer they call... serial killer