Darkness In The Daylight (Too Cruel For A Duel)

Darkness in the Daylight

Thoughts of the undead sprout in his mind from time to time
Words of the unspoken slip through his ink from line to line
Bones from the unbroken fit him spine to spine
Fingerprints match his own from crime to crime
The new face of generosity, giving it all away
The new face of animosity, leaving it all to slay
The hero’s admired statistics
Trace to him like ballistics
Never known by a name or even a letter
Crime scenes numbered , each one getting redder
A countdown to the end, waiting with a smile
When the glare meets the cop, he’ll stand in denial
An older man appearing far too senile
With kindness in his mouth, eyes ready to defile
The security and comfort of an average home
The fabric of life, not perfectly sewn
Secrets of the mind never decisively known
Encrypted by controlled emotions and relaxed vocal tone
The cop warns the man of his impending fate
The man simply smiles like he cannot relate
Slowly the cop creeps, but the man remains still
Empty-handed except a half-empty quill
The cop knows it’s there, but it’s shadowed from sight
Studied the dark moves, now he’s cornered him in light
A flash then it’s over after just a quick scrawl
The man scoffs then calmly strolls down the hall
The cop’s left cowering and grasping his cheek
And so he found what he’d been willing to seek
Rubbing his hands on the words to scar
Random shapes and letters, won’t get him far
He stumbled to the mirror and saw in the reflection
The quill, a mode for both attack and protection
Shifting it quickly to blind his eyes
Now in the mirror, eyes eye his demise
The nonsense evolving into an intricate design
Dot after dot, line after line
Finally he understood the old man’s pain
A once clean life stigmatized by the stain
A-I-D-S carved in blood, to forever remain

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