In the noon of the murder
You shall never see the victim
The dead corpse panting for life
Breathing his last under the bloody knife

The swarms will chatter the noise
Of the flesh and blood
But no one knows how to keep time
Other than the man with the crime

He has left his body
This is his judgement day;
The day he has long craved for
Leaving the eternal sans fear

Noon dwells to the dark
And here comes the usual suspect
Pointing fingers you shall utter the cry
That's the f*ckin bad guy.

© Rakesh Bal.