The night is quiet and everyone seems to scurry to return to their comfort zone.
Cars and bikes zoomed by,
Street lights flickering at the end of the road.
Clueless souls walking on the same old trail.
The true identity is hidden beneath several masks;
Everyone is chasing time to complete their tasks.
That they are not ready to unmask.


Life played a twisted game
As she walked down the trail
Gambled her life away to the Mighty Reaper.
Without having any knowledge about her fate being sealed.
The free-spirited soul skipped merrily.
Nothing is free in this world
Everything comes with it's own price.
And she had to pay the price by being a prey to her hunters


Cryptic messages smeared in blood were on the walls.
Muffled screams and chirping crickets filled the midnight air.
The earth rattled beneath her feet
As in her last moments various
thoughts raced her mind
Dangling in the air she tried to fight it.
The 'it' she didn't have any idea about ;
Its grip tightened around her neck.
Life being sucked out of her.
And then she was tossed like a crumpled piece of paper.


There she laid among the muck;
Cold-lifeless and still.
Blood trickling down her temple,
And tossed beside her was a nickel.
Bloody knuckles and bruises everywhere.
Her eyes were empty with no will to live;
Her hair being caressed by the wind.
It was heart-breaking as her stars never aligned.
Along the dark night skies
The Angel of Life stood above her with tears in its eyes.
The Mighty Reaper added her soul as a mere item in its prized collection.
And she had been the recent victim of this twisted paradise .



© InfinityandBeyond
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