Forensic Misfortune

Wed, 03/05/2014 - 20:05 -- BD

Floating through,

Like a dream,

Who is there to hear you scream?

Alone at last,

Peace was found,

Let  alone you might have drowned.

Body bags tight,

Weapons concealed,

Kneeling down, no chance to heal.

File reports, wish them well,

What's done is done,

no chance in hell.

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