Silence echoes in the balmy air of night

              Ambiguity and fright hovering like fog

            Not a soul to be seen, at least not in sight

             But where silence incurs and no man stands

                        The devil lurks


                        Among the shadows

                           in the bushes,

                    out the darkened windows,

                     vurmin filled: urine soaked

      in the place where even the scum of the earth dare not tread

                   Even in the "safest places"

                      Vengeful eyes watch

                      picking apart Minds

       bargaining, bartering, sizing up the price of a soul


                                 searching to steal.

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