For years
You have lived on the edge
Of my periphery 
Also at the back of my mind
And the tip of the tongue

I tried to understand 
How you were so many things:
A murderer to some, 
An advocate for others

Some believe evil people
Do good deeds
As a way to lessen the guilt. 
Outwardly, you never expressed 
Any guilt – no emotion at all. 

That would make you 
A sociopath – incapable of feeling. 
So why then, did you
Do the good things?

It matters not. 
Yesterday I learned 
Of you execution.