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The stranger has no face, no soul,

Shadows cast a dark spell upon his fate of

Mystery’s sleuth (only whispers dare tell)

Urban legends are made of this…

Naked bodies curled together in a daydream

Let the needle lull perverted demons within.

Bury virginity six feet deep - welcome the whore inside;

Drive to the end of the turnpike and head straight to hell!

Concrete sidewalks burn flesh to bone,

Blood drip drops from each shady rooftop

Colourless tears fall without sound or echo,

Silently death lures behind umbrageous corners

As the mist sets in, river glistens in moonlight

What mysteries have yet to be discovered?

Blistering furnace fire rustles soothingly

Urban legend, never spoken - never seen

Disease spreads with carrion winds and

Cold white steel touches skin. Knife-edge

Penetrates the heart of eve’s destruction.

Senseless violence makes sense in-sanity.

Take a deep breath - cling to the blade,

Show no fear, cross one more bridge,

Stay alive - breathe - one priority to treasure: Kill

Devils (but the one inside) nurture him with hatred.

Modern life at the bottom of the barrel:

The unwanted, dirty and sick, they recognise

Poverty’s strange achromatic reflection; reality’s

Blackness is no stranger in these urban dungeons

Hear them call out my name

Inviting me to play a game

Of hide and seek,

From me.

In the dark as I stand

They take me by the hand,

And I cannot see

Who’s holding me.

They lead me to a place,

Where the people have no face.

And I stand there alone

As they come and go.

I hear them whisper words

I’ve never heard before.

And I still cannot see

Who’s surrounding me.

But as my mind’s becoming clear,

I understand what’s fake or real.

The voices disappear

And nothing now I hear.

I’ve understood what’s done and said

And what has happened in my head.

It’s the voices come to me

To keep me company.