Flatline

Torment, no rest when sleep, targets know no peace.

Not quite paranoid because it was all nothing new.

Riddles a boy loves so one we will give you.

“What leaks like a faucet and stains?”

No, Lets not find that out.

For lets hunt….Again.

and again I torn…

and Mauled.

I Quit.

C. B Wagner

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