Can they find you

Streets crying with the sound of rain,
Hitting the cobbles, circles the drain,
Washing the dirt, who's to blame,
Each empty vessel leads to fame.

Rain soaked shoes walking the line,
Water encircles feeling sublime,
Countless walks somethings new,
You, them, we, who is who?

Thunder claps as the screams are hidden,
Even the thought its forbidden,
Standing over the corpse below,
Lightning strikes bright white glow.

Where did you come from? Who violates,
Bright white flash as it illuminates,
The body's cold, jaw removed,
On the wall her teeth been glued.

Stripped down bare fully naked,
Is this art? Who the fuck made it?
Violated sexually, even with sodomy,
Letters carved in skin, in front of me.

Pussy to ass cut into one hole,
Shoved inside is burned coal,
No time of death bodys not cold,
This is new, killer growing bold.

Body not whole, murder elevated,
This art, she must be celebrated,
Murder MO its never changed,
Carved out eyes, claim to fame.

Rain flushes the clues down gutter,
Tap on shoulder, i hear the stutter,
L- Look at the wall across the street,
We find her eyes and missing feet.

Onlookers crying, yet one stands tall,
Looking at the word formed on the wall,
The person they motion by pointing up,
What I see make me throw up.

The womans baby impaled up high,
Skin removed, one missing eye,
Walking away, we get a big surprise,
The baby it cries, was skinned alive.

The word on the wall it forms "home",
Feet on the floor, what's this mean? I don't know,
Looking in the crowd the Johns moved away,
Unknowns upcoming in this fateful day.  

Mother and baby eradicated, fascinated,
Just by how motivated and aggravated,
Somehow calculated and dedicated,
He's educated, to be elevated.

Been handed a note, reading I choked,
Pit in my throat, as his ego's stroked,
As I read the letters on the paper,
The words cut through me like a razor.

"I've eaten her eyes and my baby's skin,
I hope you enjoy my new found addiction,
Watch where you walk as the ice is thin,
Now my family's dead, I'll know my new victims"

In a panic I look up as I see him standing,
Top hat in hand he nods, he knows me,
My wife gave birth this feeling has landed,
He shouts "don't worry I'll set you free"

He runs down the street my legs too slow,
The feet, the word, I knew, I have to go "home",
Too late, they're gone, only a note I see,
"Can you save them? Can you find me?"