Dear Assassin,
You murder sweetly
And swiftly
With your pen
Dancing on Clean sheets;
No! this is not bull-shit.
By the contents of your heart
Art, fragile ground
For the ignorant
This is not groundnuts
Oh: rate it.
Your murderous deeds,
They wander the streets
Of the balcony; how come it?
Your written words
Crafted out of golden bullets
They Peirce gracefully
Through the heart
Like two edged sword
Wow on it.
I follow dully
Awarded with a top fan award,
Please admit me
In your ward
And shook me the word.
Until I am lost in your world,
Poetically assassinate me
In pieces
Till I find where my peace is.
