Slayer
Crimson water, splashes
upon the hard oak floor.
This is his way, the man
of no souls.
Stalkers sleep the
unheard walk,
dread kills innocent
hearts.
The blade, tints of silver
flashes upon the moon of
skies adobe.
The swipe, scream, in the
dark of moonlit streets.
Assassin of the mind,
soul, opportunity awaits.
The skin is smooth,
face darkened with hate.
Pain is his comrade,
snap of broken sound.
Golden flash, in the light
of night, the star-badge
has come.
Pain strengthens the
body, crimson runs from
the gut.
Time runs fast, the spin
of reality, a boyce of
cracked fire.
Beckoning calls of pain,
It is there he goes, to the
hell of his mortal life.
Slayer. Hunter, hunted,
slayed.
