The crime scene a three story shit house.
Of course he fought,
but he was caught,
the disturbed young man
was a rat, a mouse,
the crime scene
was a three story shit house,
the victim, a mother of two,
raped then strangled,
after that, she was carved,
and the knife ran right through,
it was the stuff nightmares came from,
and the terror ran deep
it stayed on the detective’s mind,
and it would ruin sleep,
images of the dead,
playing in his head,
like a musical tune,
until you want no more,
but he couldn’t help it,
and in that, he was sure,
he would live it over and over,
the body, the blood stains on the floor,
the dried spatters on the door,
death lingered in the air,
while the children
were locked in the closet,
riddled with fear
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