This is me, my heart, and soul. I hope you enjoy my words.
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Another victim found. Same M.O.
Penis sliced clean. Shoved in the throat of John doe.
the tenth one pulled off the same way
The higher ups tired of no leads. Call Bobby wade.
Detective wade. Ten years, record impeccable
Prior to police career behind a lectern too.
Criminal psychologist at university
Students amazed at bobby's way of immersing them
into the art of the acts. parallels today
Bobbya€™s instructive methods, applied the same
It's like the killera€™s thoughts become bobbya€™s.
One of the best detectives that Ia€™ve seen
Uncannily gifted, Bobby already knew
Nods at the brass a€œherea€™s what we want from you.a€
Eyes rubbed as if the years are catchin up
a€œOk,a€ replies with a shrug a€œI guessed as much.
When I read Crazed Killer Loose blasted in the headlines
I figured you'd place me on the case this timea€
Rises, ready to leave, the rest rise, too
I whisper, a€œIta€™s alright. the case is mine tooa€
Plop down at our desks a€œLooks like you need resta€
a€œLeta€™s wait til tomorrow.a€ a€œOh, really? Whoa€™s next?a€
Bobbya€™s right. Perpa€™s appetite has escalated
Murders started off connections seemed latent
months passed, we see the method and place it
Preyed on those that found women advantageous
Favorite place to strike. Those peep show places
With the glass emplaced so the girls cana€™t see those vagrants
Papers got a hold of that, add up the factors
a€œLike Jack the ripper but this Rippera€™s ripping jackersa€
Ita€™s funny, but ita€™s not. Gruesome, grim dark comedy
So we both begin to pour over each atrocity
Each crime commited damn near a pro
Crime scene not seen til the body turned cold
I think aloud, a€œSomebodya€™s got a daddy complexa€
a€œThink so? the last detective thought ita€
a€œNah, we need to look at this differentlya€
switch up our perspective, change the filigree
with the right light we can see in hind sight
But, alas, Ia€™m gonna crash Time to say a€œnight nighta€
Wake up, rub my eyes, start to scan the paper
Jaw drops, Ia€™m shocked, like a shot from a tazer
Despite the killer, the city still got Johns, so
Ia€™ll give you one guess a€œwho was the next John Doea€
Some schmuck trying to f*** , hopeless enough to pay
a€œthe killera€™s starting to progressa€ I heard Bobby say
a€œLeaving something to gloat, tell me what you thinka€
Written like a ransom note, a€œDuties come from a shrink
Cryptic as hell. Hard to tell what to make of it
Give it to the profiler, dona€™t wanna babysit.a€
Do the usual. Question his acquaintances
Receive the usual. No answers to lead us with
Days pass, no evidence, no surprises
Then the phone rings one night and through the sirens
hear a voice that sounds familiar yet foreign
Reception is lessened, sounds like ita€™s pourin
a€œYou wanna find the killera€ with an audible smirk
a€œBetter come to where no longer the ottomans worka€
a€œWhat the hell? What do you mean? I dona€™t understand youa€
a€œThe old retirement home. 2A Grand Bluea€
at pine streeta€™s intersection with Grand Blue
Old abandoned home used to abandon old people
I dash, huffing and puffing through the front door
Rusted lock, as it popped, slid out my four four
Quickly clear rooms, beads of sweat start to drip
Turn a corner, feel my feet sliglty slip
After I catch my balance, my vision focused
Only thing I utter out of my mouth is a€œOH, sh** !a€
Body dangles it sways from the ceiling
with a note like one I was reading
Winded, I skim it, in an instant, haul ass
Airway constricted, with a sniff a€œthata€™s all gasa€
Exit the building then feel the concussion
Look to the sky, through the air, flames rushing
Sit on the ground with the paper in my hand
Rub my temples trying to digest and understand
Confession and sucide of the jacker ripper
Told a tale of the molestation of her sister
Never forgave herself that night at the party
But, the killer, couldna€™t be. But it was. a€œIt was Bobbya€
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