April 18, 2011

it's a nicer street
than the one
where my home is.
most of the houses
have not only alarm systems,
but also video surveillance.
that doesn't matter.

the keys
are utter fearlessness
and ruthless

i'm no longer plagued
by the dangers
of curiosity,
nor impeded
by the intriguing ambiance
of these new
and menacing homes.

for me,
it's about the raw and unimpeded thrill
of the fast
and bloody
kill. and the ashen deadness
left behind.

this is the pinnacle
of power.

this is life;
taking life
to feel life.
the ultimate rush.
the ultimate paradox.

Type: Poetry

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