A soundless staircase, an emergency exit, a serial killer awaits.
Her soul was numb, she was undone, she was waiting for him too.
Face to face, lip to lips, he tore away through her clothes,
till she stood naked against the rail, she gave her all.
Playing possum and spreading her poison into his blood.
He put his tool, a shiny switch blade knife, pressed it over her neck. But the smell was too sweet. He couldn’t cut this flower, like he couldn’t resist the kiss. He plummeted to his knees and began to cry, “Oh why did you have to give in to me so easily?”. He continued to whine and wither untill he dropped his cutter. ” I saw it in your eyes. You were dead already inside.”, he crooned. She picked up the reaper as his whimpers echoed incoherently in the tiny space. Against the wall, she stabbed him through the heart. Twisted it deeper and tighter, just to make sure he felt her pain too.

The killer croaked before dawn, kissing Justice, poised through another night of hell.

light of hope,

My home.

dangling back and forth,

trees can tell such sad tales.

Life is a deck of cards. Of Aces, of hearts,
Of suits, of hustlers with no regrets when it starts,
You play till you lose or when you’re  broke,
Your days are numbered in a black and red book.
You pass through stacks of emotions that mean nothing,
It’s money in the ante, we are all living for.
With no queen to ravish a flush! Oh I got so royally fucked. 
A joker’s wild imagination could have done the job,
Better yet, a king who can do tricks and stand up.
Now all I got is the pot without the high card in a full house,
Of suckers, Of mother fuckers, talking shit and jive.
I have to find a way out of here alive.
Rave up the engine, my friend,
Its time to escape like a burning train,
Game over, until we play again.