Cruelty hits the spot of an unsuspecting stranger.
His heart reeks of pain; his nose bleeds with anger.
Affluently speaking, he’s a cold-hearted avenger.
He seeks out his prey; he makes them surrender.
In a world full of doubt, he viciously craves self-control.
Just enough to rouse, but not enough to lull.
Purposefully living on a bank of blood and cherries,
He speaks so low, yet looks so arbitrary.
Guilt rises against him, pushing him against his own will,
His tongue creeps with hate, but his body is still.
He swims against the current and speaks without any words.
His life is summed up in the wing of a bird.
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