left exposed for the world to view
life cutting short off its course
my memory fades as death
brings to light a new creature
feared by the world
loved by the media
their name grows
as our turn faint
a mere whisper to
the ears of the deaf
publicized for the horrific actions
they gloat whiles we rot
the world speaks about them
while my memory goes without care
i was going to be something
i was going to matter
i hate to believe that this is gods
plan for me
i hate to believe i died
so they could live
this is my, no this is our confession
of a serial victim
Robert Roberts
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/confessions-of-a-serial-killers-victim-by/