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He was found broken on a bed, dead twisted veins exposed
neighbours caught the smell, his shell began to decompose,
alarm bells never rang with absence of his features,
a solitary essence like a dissipated creature,
his belongings neatly stacked in the corner of that derelict non-action packed part of town where this went down,
children played outside, never spied inside
interest cast aside - been vacant back since '95
there was a broken gate rusted from all the rainy days,
that opened on the stairs that led the way to judgement day,
the policeman cursed as he traversed the landing,
in ten minutes his shift finished but there's no-one left to change the hand in,
he opened up the door to a sight he'd seen before
so compassion's all but vanished, he can't be shocked no more,
deceased was fully dressed in all the clothes that he possessed -
a pair of socks, shorts, a vest, a blazer with a double breast,
jeans, a T-shirt that he'd found, a short sleeved shirt shirt in brown,
a beanie with a rounded crown enclosed inside a dressing gown,
boots with soles ground down exposing all the flesh,
and what's left of laces bound them to his legs since they'd been found,
he had no ID - Caucasian male aged 25 - 33, blue eyes, brown hair and blood type B
a tattoo on his wrist which spelled Marie
and upon that name he hacked a cutthroat razor blade
until his life force drained away