Down in Cold Cases
I
sip at the coffee
Despite growing cool
Deep
in folders
I
glance through murderers
But
nothing gets to me
Sadistic
eyes stare back
I
drag the cigarette hard
And
blow it in their faces
Open
Sip
coffee
Read
Blow
Smoke
Close
Next
Take
this guy for instance
He
likes their hearts
And
he takes them
Cupid
the papers called him
I
call him evil
The
evidence wasn't there though
Sip
coffee
Blow
smoke
We
got him on a DUI
He
fit an eyewitness' profile
But
it wasn't enough
The
coffee is cold and bitter
The
cigarette is down to the filter
My
eyes droop, but not theirs
I
had a heart once
But
this guy and a dozen others
Took
it from me long ago
Start
another pot
Light
another cigarette
Welcome
to Grimland
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