look into
your face
of Evil
You choke
me out
twice
You carry
a kill pack
at all times
You may need
a knife
to slice
It takes
a certain
kind of person
to feel at
home in
a stranger’s
house
You creep
around
the sleeping
hound
as quiet as
a mouse
Your glinting
blade
catches the
light
from a night
lamp
in a little
boy’s room
You stand
and watch
him breathing
while hiding
in the
gloom
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