There amidst adrenal-driving, pain-screeching subway he unfurls his colors - reeking of death,
And I, in the fear-stained, subterranean, lightless waking nightmare,
I wonder,
Will he bleed my veins with a ganged-cold blade?
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Beautifully penned. Thanks for sharing. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments.