Cold Case Confessions

Blood on the page, pen drippin' red ink,

Shadows in the alley where the moon won't blink.

Heart heavy, cold steel hums in my palm,

City full of whispers, but the night stay calm.

Sirens wail distant, wolves in the mist,

Echoes of the trigger, can't erase the twist.

Body count tallied in the cracks of the curb,

Street tales scribbled in the smoke and the herb.

Murder in the midnight, silence the proof,

Truth buried deep, no detective uncouth.

Cold case confessions, they sleep in the dirt,

Echoes of the crime in the city that hurts.

Concrete diaries, secrets in the grime,

Each block a stanza, every corner a rhyme.

Eyes on my back like the stars overhead,

Guilt and survival got a brother half-dead.

Steps in the fog, footprints in the sand,

Justice ain't blind, just tied to the man.

Retrace my steps, but the path don’t heal,

Bullet holes speak what my lips won't reveal.

Chalk lines stretch where the memories linger,

Death writes a story with a cold, crooked finger.

Fate plays a tune on the strings of despair,

But who pulls the strings when the puppets ain’t there?