What was a life worth?

Okay, so the story behind this is that I watch a lot of crimeshows, and I wrote a poem inspired by a men we often see in thoose kind of shows.. men that I´ll just never understand.

WHAT WAS LIFE WORTH?

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What was a life worth?

He didn't even value his own

So he walked around on earth

No heart, just skin and bone

Sending souls to heaven

Cause he had none of his own

Whatever happened to him?

On his road to being full grown

He had a knife, he had a gun

Said he didn't need anyone

Waiting for conscience to arrive

If he bothered to, he stayed alive

People hated and feared him

The man with no soul

He didn't lose, he didn't win

His eyes had simply grown too cold

He said that living was a duty

He said life was a game

He stripped peace of its beauty

Like it was a price he could claim

No hope, no reason, no laughter

Could bring him out of the dark

No one knew what he was after

Could not even love warm his heart?

But who could love such a man

Who each day killed and died alone

Who was impossible to understand

Whose reasons were never known

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Some people value their life and the life of others and some don't care or worry for they are evil and heartless. You have shed a light on the other group of men who commit crimes...Bravo..............

[Johanna]

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