Stewpad

In this malignant cesspool some call his brain,
corrupt thoughts are thought, actions carried most profane.
Obscenities strung together, words of a man insane.
Vast knowledge in the most arcane art of inflicting pain.

Boy with no mercy, man with no face and no name.
Just a shank in his sock and a sock full of change
to brutally bring down on whoever's head - they're all the same.
Wasted victims of the man with no face and no name.

He haunts lightless streets, which by him have long been claimed.
Dark alleyways and lightless corners where his victims are carefully lain.
On a soiled mattress with no covers, he sleeps to extinguish the flame.
Voices setting his brain on fire, their banter is his bane.

He spots his next victim - a victim with no name - and stalks her to the underground tracks of the metropolis subway train.
Hoisting her body, he retreats to the dirty mattress whence he came.

Pray you never meet the boy with no mercy, man with no name.

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bluepiz

i hope i dont meet that guy too..

nice work

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