Thud...Thud
Sound of soles against concrete echoes
Eerie cloak slung over gaunt body
Mugshot eyes seeking his victims out
Wanting a lung-full of breath
"For he knows, they will come in droves"
He waits calmly
By the corner, he tosses the bait
Wealth,riches and fame
One by one they came
Only to see their life pass fleetingly
"For on their hearts, he threw the darts"
On their dying lips, they cry
Pray tell,why me
Never a telling sign, the weak succumb
Into the dark deary bottom
Never to rise, never to live to tell
"As though they never knew, life is but a spell"
Thud..Thu..Th...sounds fades,
Slinking into the shadow
To rise and set out on the morrow
As he knows..life is but a spell
Waiting on them whose soul will sell
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