A Killer Waits
There is no refuge for the dispossessed Other than to be laid bare To the victor’s mocking glare That inevitably dissolves into something like Laughter
Fight back a battle lost The monster inside swallows your heart whole The abyss gazing back at you Nietzsche’s Aphorism should have been number 666
A killer waits Alone on a subway nighttrain to nowhere A killer waits Screaming with a knife to jab, cut and tear A killer waits Hidden beneath a benign smile A killer waits Walking darkened streets, a grid on the 8 Mile
A thousand battles lost Bring on the hair trigger twitch Humilation. Defeat. Anger Broken down motherfucking bitch
A hated man happier than the pitied Nietsche’s hymn War baby Let the battle begin
A killer waits God is dead A killer waits Vengeance in bed A killer waits A prisoner until death A killer waits Yearning to gasp that final breath