Arrive up to the scene,
Three cars present,
There's tire tracks,
Barely lit, by the moons crescent.
Blood puddle middle with some glass,
No one noticed yet,
Ominous silence fills the air,
The outcome of the horror starts a bet.
First guess, pretty strategic,
The puddle will be from a bloody victim,
And we will walk in on two more people,
That had death brought to them,
Maybe one survivor, two if I'm lucky,
Bring them to me, so we can speak,
The bloody puddle it lay still,
Still very fresh, and puddled quite neat.
I think you're wrong,
They will be alive,
I think they had a drunk night,
Maybe injured from a fight.
Let's knock and ask,
Or maybe dna the glass.
Knock, knock, knock,
Hawkwood County Sheriff's,
Answered the door,
Oh I cut my hand punching my glass.
I went to the doctor,
They gave me some meds,
My friend had picked me up,
In little old red.
Thanks for checking in,
But it's was accidentally, self-inflicted.
Don't worry, the doctors told me,
How my body can be effected.
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