Skins And Carcasses

Yet another dreary night arises At midnight's witching hour Thieves surface the streets For pockets they look to scour A threat born as a kiss To the swirling gusts of peril The young and the innocent Sacrifice skin and carcasses Like shattered glass To be left upon the ground Not a tear to the ear Will attempt to shed sound Anonymous echoes rebound off of The crease of the sky's seductive lips Deathly treasures shall not be trusted Your fingers shall decay at The mere tickle of a whisper Haven't you heard? There's an assassin on the loose Awaiting to strike Craving to drive a bullet Directly into the hollow crevices Of your skull... By Glenn McCrary © 2011 (All rights reserved)