Quietly into the Night

Quietly into the night                                    10/6/2010

His beautiful black wings
spread like vengeance
and while the lion once again sleeps
He takes care of it's business.
While buildings burn and the city sleeps
he flies,
out of dirty alleys stagger the creeps
and step right into thier own dying cries.

You're already dead,
now look into to my eye's.
The time for pretending is gone
I can see right through your lies.
I see you to your core, to your filth stained soul
and all the evil that you intend.
waste your breath haha beg for mercy like your victims
but there is no escape, all I bring you is your end.

Screams of agony stop short
and the street is once again deserted,
painted red by deaths accomplice.
He takes another dirty, shameful life
that no one will miss
All that remains of him now, a bloody black bird on the wall.
This night is over for him.
A small pair of eye's survey the scene and descend
another dead man no longer walks
this one's going straight to hell.
The little crow hops forward, cocks it's head and squawks.

*Inspired by The Crow