My suicidal cure (part 9)

Nightmare

Twice now he has struck,

Flaunting his abilities at me!

Nervously I drag upon my cigarette,

Contemplating all the facts.

My desk is littered with the photographs,

Moments in time framed for eternity.

Each one tells me I am wrong,

That I am insane!

Yet I know, damn it, I know,

I see the truth hidden in the lies!

I kill the cigarette in anger,

Letting my hopelessness get the better.

In a fit of rage, I cast the photos across the room,

To lay as witnesses upon the floor.

I glare before I make up my mind,

I need a walk...maybe a drink?

I stand, in two minds of what to do,

Eventually decide to flee these walls.

My footsteps follow me down the empty hall,

Like the silent voices of the dead,

Who accuse me of my cowardness,

To keep my mouth and not fight for them.

I need evidence if I am to prove my case,

I shout at them within my head!

*

I know not how I came to be here,

With a drink within my hand,

Double whisky upon the rocks,

Half finished, with a second waiting.

The pub is shoddy, no place for a cop,

But I guess I did not care.

I finish both in two gulps,

Enjoy the burn as it goes down,

Forgotten is my sponsor, 

To hell with him anyway!

I reach inside my pocket for the pack,

To my chagrin it is empty,

Just like my evidence I require.

I am really smoking to much,

I should really cut back.

Two dead, how many more to go?

Plaques me, eats away at my soul,

Devouring my mind as I struggle. 

*

I trudge home none the wiser,

No answer come to me,

All I have is questions

And most likely possibilities. 

Speculations abound all crashing around,

Giving me answers on the how it was done...

But not on how to prove it.

At home, my cat greets me,

A lightning ball of fur and roaring engine.

I pick her up and cradle her,

Enjoy the warm vibration upon my chest.

At least she will take my mind off this investigation.

*

In bed I lie, not wishing to sleep,

I know the dreams are coming for me,

Both woman will visit me now,

Begging, pleading to help them rest.

As I close my eyes,

They stand side by side,

Looking at me with lifeless eyes,

I see them as they died,

One dripping blood upon my floor,

Her wrist slit perfectly...

Six and six.

The other rotting and oozing, 

As her flesh melts off her bones.

But their faces haunt me most...

The look of disgust, with a hint of disappointment, 

Etched permanently upon their brows.

I need to find the proof,

I need to reveal the truth,

The lies must be exposed

And justice made to prevail...

Only then will I truly rest,

So to them...

*

As I fall asleep,

The two woman walk to me,

They reach for and embrace me,

Their cold bodies press upon mine,

Sending cold sweat and shivers down my spine...

But worst of all...

Is the eyes...watching me from the darkness,

Laughing at me, mocking me.

I wish I could wake up...

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