Enhancements of a Constructed Contract Killing

a Constructed Contract killing enhancements under my feet Silent gases that can't be breathed souls ready to be fed to the beast money mix with blood tears coughed up with Murder on (in) hand death is but an unfortunate termination of life a shaking building of life's little pieces of time which can fall one brick at a time. or be demolished by a violence, storm of mishaps or to be perfidiously shattered by the thing call man and so i (I) die helpless with no way to save my, self and wonder how liquid drops of poisonous tears can float in the air like mist to skin and like wax to the inter ear... bring confusion and death I now take my leave of you and pray with open eyes for a better death than what may surly awaits me and may your final sleep, be as you always dreamed! aka:lyricvixen (vlf)