The door was locked,
I smashed in.
Knocking it down,
I went in.
Inside what I saw,
I couldn't comprehend.
Man lying dead,
Stabbed blood stained.
Three on the stomach,
And one through the neck.
Broken nails showed,
His struggle through death.
The rings were gone,
Money was taken.
The killer must have made,
His bread and beacon.
Later on...