Face to Facve

Here I stand face to face with a convict that has brutally murdered 6 people and they say he did it with a smile on his face. As I stand here looking into his cold blue eyes an insight into his blackest heart and diemented mind. I see a flicker of light in one eye like a soul of one of those that he murder was traped inside him screaming for help from within only to fall on deaf ears. looking at his face more in detail now I see wrinkles with age from the time he's doing on death row. He'll never see the chair to many in line infront of him for that instead he'll died from
time suffering like those he took his time with makeing sure he got every last minute they could bare of his torture. His hair has all but turned gary where there was once blonde. He stands before me with nothing to keep him from harming me but yet he doesn't strike out at me he just stands there with his twisted little smile and tainted overcast with those coldest of cold blue eyes stareing right at me as if to look into your soul and take it with a blink of an eye. yet he's only an image in a morrior.