Written Voices Collabertions- Crost Over, El Gallo Negro, Pakaveli & Ta2 Tears ( In order)
The Case of the Missing Murderer
The Yearning Victim
Vast amounts of sorrow, reaching into tomorrow
never are the same, my blood the street shall borrow.
Close friends morn the outcome of a psycho,
he didn't realize the depth of his steel eyes,
sought to cut mortals, my flesh, the steel dives
burrowing a home, another serial clone catastrophe
situations that lacks certainty, a swift death certainly
on my own accord, I calmly ask myself "why me lord?"
what a sick individual, his motives seem whimsical
not even time for a condition that’s critical
death entered quickly, towering over my brethrens,
emotionless as my soul ascends into the heavens
although my body shall miss the closest to my heart,
the killer did me a favour, my eternal life shall start
for my lord and my soul now shall never part
“Let me pick your body and grind your bones”
Demented soul, fuelled by rage, bent on taking life away, and pain he was to lay
Malicious thoughts ran through his head of the blood that would be spilt that day
Maybe he'll slit his throat or apply a choke either way he knew he couldn't fight it
But and abrupt death no, to see a person’s final breaths is what really got him excited
So his plan went action
He savoured the moment this would be a special one like his other trends, for this friend
So first he removed the skin off his face with a blunt knife, he begged for his life his life to end
The killer found great satisfaction in his work to see one like this to die
He was so aroused he bathed in his blooded
Till he noticed a fear in the mans eyes so he removed them for his prize
He went back decimating his body until he finally thought that his work was done
The man already dead is wandered through the underworld blind deaf and dumb
“I witnessed my friends ultimate demise”
The lead that lead to the piercing death that pierced the machine of breath
Showed no remorse as it strangled and made his breath go hoarse rasping
Clasping onto the penultimate pockets of air that vanished to bring his death
The fluid motion became rigid to a point that rigor mortis placated the gasping
He was always on top of them now he died of a lack of oxygen, the Jewellery
Was the main point of life for the man that chose the way of the knife, his life
Washed away at the boats that entered the domain of Hades, the foolery
My Comrade was such that as much as he tried he never managed to exit the strife
Strife is the wife of fate, fate as such that bred and breeds only hate and distaste
I remember you clearly as clearly as the nearly claimed victory of damned success
Up in the clouds I behest that with the rest you rest the soul that craved to be the best
“I shall complete the jigsaw and convict the killer”
The bright yellow tape clashes with flickering flashes of police lights
Mashed and combined with the searching sirens screaming for the tyrant
Her heart, a burning passion as it fell to the ashes, t'was anything but a peaceful sight
To see the cry's of a mother whose son had been stolen by a modern pirate
And as the night grew cold as the killer's heart, I stumbled round graceless
My insomnia leaves me restless, nightmares of the scene leave me troubled
As I gazed at the photos of the victim, all tattered and battered, faceless
And the tiny clues that the crew hand found, just trying to piece the puzzle
This entire case depended on me, and I intended to see this criminal apprehended
But as I pondered, something wandered behind me, and a knife was embedded
In my back, and as my muscles relaxed, that night, for me too, my life had ended
"A Case that was later closed on accounts of not enough evidence"
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. All for your tyour flow was matched. And you all had your great stories. I felt that this was a great OM. And I will nomintae this peice 
. Not promising any thing though. But...10-10 Keep writing gentlemen.