Dead By Bong

I arrive at the scene12 mangled bodiesD.O.A.Looks like a wild partyThis is less a house than a raw meat grinderWe'd better call for back upThe pure amount of gore I've never seen beforeExcuse me while i vomitAnd the pieces of the victims facesNormally would not phase meBut this is gut-busted mondo mutilationThese dead chunks sure are weightyI bury my emotions and return myself to workStudying more closely, things aren't as they appearRuined faces all alike, skulls are gently smokingSearch among the bits of body any shred of evidenceDevastated livingroom, used rubbers and some beerRuined faces all alike, skulls are gently smokingOn closer inspectionWhat clue could fit?Facial lacerationsRemoved lipsAmidst the carnal carnage of this fatal swingers slaughterA nauseating haze of thick narcotic mistAstonishingly evident the bong had just been roastingOverseeing everthing from within it's darkened cornerA lone and smoking bong seems to be our only witnessIf I smoke will I learn?Might as well tryCase closed with one quick burn?ProfilingDrugs enjoyed before deathTheir finall thrillMy lungs solve within breathBud beguiledInebriated, I unravel this mysteryDead by bongLiterally dead by bongChoke my last as I die tooMy poisoned body breaksHead explodesI was wrong, I fucked upI'm dead by bong too