Murder on the street.

Deafening silence
And the moonless night.
The world is drowning,
By the darkened light.

In this condemned hour;
Beneath the flickering shower,
on the shadowed path.
His muffled heart.

Feigned comfort...
seems like eternity.
A walk down that street,
ceded steps of uncertainty.

A Sudden debacle ...
an existence of life,
someone other!

An effusion of surprise
a hushed lurch for greeting
with Greed in those eyes.

Along that..
a burial of silence.
display of the Blade
and tango of violence.

"He then loses out..
penetrates the dagger,
unleashing painful shout."

He gazes at his life,
draining through the knife.
Uncaring of the man,
and his robbing hand.

Blinding sight..
encroach inside..
everything is lost,
knocked off... by a gust?

Silence once more..
as the darkness acede,
And the street ignores
his orphaned Bleed