30 October 2012
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. Hurling it over my shoulder, Pull back down my hood.
Alarm bells stirred, Quick exit to make. Heavy footsteps heard, And they aren't fake.
Burglar • Opuss № I