Death In a Parking Lot
Parking lots are creepy and desolate in the dark,
without fluorescent lights,
no one can remember where they parked,
A person may roam around for hours or click
on their alarm.
At Christmas time parking lots are synonymous
to Christmas Tree Farms,
A death can easily happen in the midle of the maze,
when attendants are not looking,
People can sneak in and out of the gates,
rummaging for all sorts of goodies to take,
If someone is unaware they can
overpower him/her in a choke hold,
strangling the person until they are
stone cold,
In the twinkling of an eye a family
can suffer a loss,
The owners and corporations may try
to cover up the heinous crime,
by slinging mud and slime,
But in due time unsolved mysteries
eventually shine.
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