5 years since my blood splattered the floor.
5 years since my breath sputtered to a violent stop.
5 years lain forgotten.
5 years rotting, decomposing.
5 years losing my identity.
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I've been found.
My concrete cage opened.
I hear the watery screams of scuba divers.
I don't look like much now I guess.
My flesh decimated.
Chopped to pieces.
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I'm dredged up from the sea bed.
Me and my companions.
Stared at.
Prodded.
Examined.
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They put me together.
Found my name.
Found my connection to my rotting friends.
Got an M.O
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Then I see him again.
He's agitated.
He boils me.
I'm useless.
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They have a suspect.
It's the wrong man.
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They close the case.
Done and dusted.
They burn me
I'm gone.