Ok, I know the so called rhyme scheme kind of ends but this is all I can come up with. Help would be appreciated.
It happens again
murder breathes,
and just like a flash
their life ends.
In a dark corner
under the cover
of night,
another person breathes
their last goodbye.
The whispers of death
call to them,
pulling them closer
for a final breath.
Lives are but to lose,
every second the whispers come near
and never cease to take
your breath away.
Still, nice poem.