Running through the desert,

Looking back at the lights,

Blood boiling through his skin,

They found him naked, lights out,

They found him dead, no breath out



The evidence gatherers came one by one,

Dusting and collecting, one by one,

No external injuries, a puzzle to be solved,

They took him back, a dead man tells no tales,

They wrapped him, his body will tell a tale.



Brushes came out, flashes came on,

Hair, saliva, dead skin cells, stomach contents,

They all were part of a bigger scene,

All had a raging story to weave,

Either to confuse the facts, or refuse a theory,

The evidence is a double-edged sword,

It is what it is.



They locate his friend, who was there that night,

Interrogation and investigation,

The pursuit to get the truth,

He leads them to a dealer, the j-**** dealer,

A rave party sets the scene, for a fiend he was,

Dealing death to kids on the street,

Took him in, but only a short moment he could be kept,

The evidence set him free,

It is what it is.



Back to the drawing board,

They found bite marks,

On the friend's hand, that belonged to the victim,

The moment of truth comes forth,

He chased the victim,

They were both hallucinating,

They were both victims,

The events set forth were devastating,

Arguments and blind rage,

He took his best friend's life,

Way beyond the coming of age,

He had set his life behind bars,

He breaks down in agony,

Nothing can set straight this irony



The attorneys say he can plead and go to asylum,

He cares none for what they say,

He doesn't care what happens to him,

He just killed his best friend,

And he can't remember anything.

It is what it is.