Secret Scars, Verse 1
STRANGER REVEALED
He quietly watches the faces
In the fading light.
Flickering shadows slither and chase
His hand as it grips his knife.
His low grunt is a satisfied sound
As his fingers find the prey
Trapping it, holding it, now it's bound
To one cut, loosing blood spray.
Shrapnel from his belly hits the glass
Of the ashtray at his side thunking clunking
Blood mutes the sound and there is some in his ass
But he lets that slide
Meat eaten raw; can't wait till it cooks.
Out of the skillet before it's done,
Pacing, eating, hungry for more
Can't sit down, no memory of what a table's for.
Now daylight's here, time to get up.
Make lots of noise approaching the door.
Can't wake with a kiss – get a gun in my face –
Remember the enemy's gone and I'm in his place.