The demonic look he inspires..
A look through his eyes, he requires..
What you see, is what you get.
Before jumping in, there's no regrets.
Questions first, answers last
A journey through his past.
Trapped beyond his wild imagination.
If I minus you..what's the equation.
Longing for your arms embrace.
Never look him straight in the face.
He will take you in, like he takes you out.
His story is what brings him about.
He lives among the insane.
Carries bodies through the rain.
If he catches you, you will be just like them.
Living painfully, to the end.
He limps down the street.
Hoping to grab your feet.
Never smile, Never greet.
You will be the next one he will meet.
Just keep walking til he's gone.
You will hear him chanting a song.
He is out there for the kill.
His name is Bob, but I call him bill.
If you don't get him, nobody will.
He carries a knife and maybe some guns.
Keep on moving and continue to run.
©terrylin53
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