The ProfessionalA Poem by speakingcolorsI don't like to brag but, Isn't the picture I have for this awesome? I just love it, almost more than the song itself...except for the last stanza.Underneath the night Slinks the one dark, stealthy shadow But don't you look now He's there, he's gone, collects his dough
You think that you're safe But that's what he wants you to think The truth is you're not Try to catch him but don't blink
He has no sure name There are no rules If you play his game Then join the fools
In one brief moment He strikes with deep rooted vengence And then it's over Before you can feel the suspense
He has no sure name There are no rules If you play his game Then join the fools
The man with no past Lives no true life So you must act fast So be the knife © 2008 speakingcolors |
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Added on February 6, 2008 Last Updated on February 19, 2008 Authorspeakingcolorssomewhere outside looking in, PAAboutpoet/songwriter/author sometimes I feel so much it hurts. i have all these thoughts running through my head, little segments of a whole that i can't see. most of them never get put down in writ.. more..Writing
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