A Killer's Wail

Spot lights atop an eighteen-wheeler On a collision course with its dinner A blood sport from a by-gone era Played out on designing the perfect killer In the dim of the darkest depths The call of nature reduced to silence Deep beneath the soul of the earth The darkness sunk the loudness Open mouths drown in their scream Teardrops dissolve in the murky waters Dark shades of grey shadows swim Wide eyes seen through shut windows Who am I to question natural select On the white's greatness to be true Beware this hunter's grin so innocent His Cuteness rules the ocean blue 12-15-2014