Sherlock Fair
And The Doctor Is In The House Watson
It’s a breakdown, rakedown of London crime
Cameras flashing buttons mashing overtime
Londoners shuffling in a zombie apocalypse
On the way in, breathe it in, feel it swell in like
Ice crystals over a sociopathic heart
Her grin sparkles in the dark
The game is at hand?
No wait it’s afoot
Stumbling out of the East End
It’s Sherlock Fair
She’s stunning look
I’m shook
Up with a need to hound like the best
Moments of life can only be #blessed
If an Army doctor from Afghanistan can’t find his rest
House remixed on the violin
Knees hit the ground in black torn jeans
Clinical, physical need to exceed
The limits of pure immediocracy
It’s a case full pace for detectives ace
Who exactly went missing last night on the moors?
The dog didn’t bark?
That’s the trick
She whispers
Gothic eyeliner styles and crimson tiles
It was always only
Murder on the dance floor
About the Creator
Sachi Petrohilos
Author, Army Officer and Medical Student.
Catch my blog here:
https://riverstonewood.wordpress.com/
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