His mind trickled like faucet into pan
Flowing with life but taking no such form
Unpredictable, not really a man
His personality veered from the norm
His mind like a river split as a fork
Dark in its color, unknown in its depth
His anger compared to a river's torque
The aroma of whiskey on his breath
A misunderstood comment set him off
Continued to stalk long past his bus stop
Red eyed he approached the victims loft
wire around the neck his victim then drops
The dripping upon the pan then ceased
He had finally fed the inner beast.
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