No one will miss

Your presence here

You have no home

Nothing to fear

Just come inside

And breathe your last

My gentle smile

and shotgun blast

The blood-stained walls

A story paints

The final page

My victim faints

But springs alive

When knife blades slice

To feel his fear

My only vice

The screams unheard

The muffled cries

The essence fades

He slowly dies

Oh vagabond

Thanks for the game

I’ll dump your corpse

I’ll show no shame

The father’s loss

Your grieving mothers

Tomorrows game

To hunt for others




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