That hour, before dawn;
the Killer awoke,
He looked upon his coming business,
hoping for the relief of that white coke;
'Do I have to Kill?'
He asked No One
No One answered,
'Yes child, that you will.'
He stopped in the mirror,
looking upon the false life
knowing full well,
the black craze
would be His only true wife,
'Ride the King's black highway,'
whispered No One;
'I will not do such an act,'
He answered
'You will die if you do not,' answered No One;
The Killer took aim,
from the 7th floor window,
the tear glistened down the cheek,
as the trigger was pulled
ending a human life in the hour of that week;
'Damn humans,' hissed No One,
The Killer's body lay prone,
upon the floor,
blood issuing forth,
all rest, evermore;
No One cried,
'i will never win,
these humans live,
while i die,
where else will I find another human
to commit this ultimate sin?'