The Assassin's dance

Awaiting the moment

When curiosity slips

The possibilities, endless

When madness creeps

His intriguing pleasures

The experience, has its toll

Feed this fury, sacred salvation

Preserving the scattered fragments

Hate is a weapon, grief a curse

Death, is greeted again, as an old friend

The hitman lives, the payment eternal

Tune out the noise, lost in violence

Torment inside, never seen, never heard

The takeover, aggression unleashed

A cold stare, calculating, analyzing

With brutality, the victims, silence

Forever cunning, beyond disturbed

This fearless ghost, doomed in misery

It's all a game, the haunt, their panic

A spectacle, dominated by murder

All obsession, burdens existing

While regret remains, and essence dwells

Turning fear, into a devastating career

Shut off from the world, this lonely dance