When shadows become silhouettes,
It's your mind playing with regrets.
Those dark memories, darker still,
Replaying, over and over, that last kill.
Although the silhouettes bleed crimson,
You still really want to win them.
So the shadow play, will still play.
Watching, committing, the murder, the prey.
©Odd
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