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Moving through the blackness. With puddles at my feet. In this shitty part of town. There's someone I must meet. I work for the bureau. And she is just a whore. But right now there isn't anyone.
'Would you like another 7&7 Mr Sorvino?' asked the waitress, forcing a smile. Tommy had watched her ignore other patrons and come to him first, despite him giving no indication he wanted another...
This is the Smoking Room, do take a seat. Strange people are gathered in a small room. The smell of leather and thick cigars is almost overwhelming .
The bedroom smelt of sex and smoke, Of old cigars and passions broke. A broken bucket by the wall, Tangled sheets to break a fall. A splash of red against the bed, A book discarded, yet unread.
Mask over eyes, Tinted lenses. Master disguise, Deaden all senses. Footsteps light, Movements small. Gun incase fight, Pillow incase fall. Burlap holder, Containing stolen goods.
There's a man in a mask, And a woman in a suit. The man has a gun, The woman's kinda cute. There's a big bang, The woman's dead. The man gives me a smile, And then he fled.
#nightdwellers There's a man with a black fedora, With a unmistakable dark aurora. With his night like eyes and pale white skin, He wears his hair slick, 'tashe, stylishly thin.
Part One: Eat Your Filthy Heart Out "Why would you come back here, Ezekiel?" she screams. "To see you, of course." the young man replies.
The rain washed away my resolution, and made me sober up a bit. I don't know which had the most discouraging affect on me.
Eat that up my darling You know it's good for you. Eat that up my darling (You silly old fool) Come on just another bite It really does taste good, You like my cooking don't you.
I had a plan, a way to get out, a corrupt warden, a key, that's my best shout. I made my deal, just wait for the sign, waiting for dark, then pick the right time.
I bowed my head towards my piping hot coffee and trough the blanket of steam that rose from the mug I could see my own reflection staring back at me.