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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