Yet another dreary night arises
At midnight's witching hour
Thieves surface the streets
For pockets they look to scour
A threat born as a kiss
To the swirling gusts of peril
The young and the innocent
Sacrifice skin and carcasses
Like shattered glass
To be left upon the ground
Not a tear to the ear
Will attempt to shed sound
Anonymous echoes rebound off of
The crease of the sky's seductive lips
Deathly treasures shall not be trusted
Your fingers shall decay at
The mere tickle of a whisper
Haven't you heard?
There's an assassin on the loose
Awaiting to strike
Craving to drive a bullet
Directly into the hollow crevices
Of your skull...
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