In the shadows
Leers the man
With the piercing gaze
His eyes
Light themselves in streetlights
Cold and lifeless
Like his prey
A hunter of highest regard
None would expect
Their life in the hands
Of a man without a voice
Journals carved in pink
Words he could never speak
Written in scarlet red
Business by day
Dapper suits with sleek ties
His true intent
Lost in the interchange
Souls leased to the highest bidder
Apartments sold to avarice
A predator trained
In math and arts
His soft spoken dialect
His soothing asset
He speaks in tongues
Condescending intellect
Trained in spin
He calms your mind
Stop making sense
Dinner grows complacent
Do you have a choice
This beast machine
The house is burning
You're wrapped up in sheets!
His feast is you
Your skin his meat
Feeble screams to him
Are mere drum beats
Part of his sadistic symphony
Pinot Noir and lobster bisque
Innocent trappings post violent sex
Spiders who spun
Webs green and black
To match the ink on your soul's contract
The gaze that pierces through foresight
Notice the trick
Retain your tact
Keep your life
Stay polite
Bloodlust makes blind
As wood floors battle crimson tide
Pray to your highest
For life not lived in vain
Your words your hand
Play hold 'em for your life
Cards close to the chest
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