by Nicolas Verhoeven

Created on: November 20, 2008

Stranger

A smile and warm hearted grin and you're already in,
Crafty, crafty man, you should have ran, you should have ran.

A simple question and hail to the man in disguise,
Stupidity, stupidity, you deserve your demise.

There! Invitational gesture? good will?,
Nay! Nay! He will remain the same, he is still.

Another victim to moral forgiveness,
I bid thee, aye, I pray thee retreat from this mess.

An exchange, a laugh, a stroke of skin,
Wake from this revelry, chances are slim.

Look in his eyes! There lies the intention!
Are you blind? Weak sighted? Where is there prevention?

A little too friendly, no? Of course not, laugh it away.
I remind you, it is the objective mind that seizes the day.

End the day with an invitation, a closing call, a slight nudge at more info.
And so you can not refuse, you are indeed a smidge slow.

There they go, as if deeply taken in each other,
One that will end in a smother.

Time passes,
Join the growing masses.

A scream cracks a "joyful" night,
Be gone, be gone, forever out of sight.

Found used, and broken,
No more words will be spoken.

Eyes open, dark crimson spills, breaking comfortable equilibrium,
Wicked, wicked man, stand there in absolute real-ism.

You walk away, you know, as I know,
You won't allow the skin to break and flow...

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