Death is a Silent Criminal

This is a memorial poem for a friend of mine who just passed away in a car accident.

Death is a silent criminal;

Unbiased, impatient, and absolute.

A glutton for lust,

He robs society of her jewels.

The youth were not ready,

Nor those left behind.

For the void is definite,

Though forever surreal. 

Hearts stained with memories,

Longing only for more.

Death has taken a star among souls,

An irreplaceable member of a now-lame populous.

Lives forever changed by her short time,

Her legend clings to their souls through the ages. 

Author's Note

This is a memorial poem, and I appreciate your respect. With that said, I have skin of steel for constructive feedback and will not be offended by appropriate comments.