Rule of the blade

In the neon dressed city street

a hooded youth

yards away from where the knife

that had penetrated his chest

tries to stand

 

in his blood stained logo emblazoned attire

with fear filled eyes

he stands again momentarily before falling once more

his panicking voice adds its frightfulness

to the horror and fatally wasteful scene

 

O! young man!

you have no guardian Angel 

to come to your last minutes of life rescue

no playback to an hour ago

when you were laughing and enjoying your night out

 

bystanders will come, some ghoulishly interested

with their flashing phone cams

but none will be Smart enough

to capture He who is coming to collect your soul.