Murderous thoughts and deeds
once loose, likely breeds
causing pain for victim and witness
testing, physical and mental fitness
Full moon, no hint of breeze
dreadful odor, stifle a sneeze

Peeking around the corner I seek
source of the smell, that sickly reek
hooded man, a plain white van
dumping bodies in the dumpster can

It floats in the air
I dare not stare
Oh lord

I hide, and dare not retch
I just might be a victim next
quickly van pulls on the street
did not look, an 18 wheeler meet

It floats in the air
I dare not stare
Oh lord

Through the flames, I see eyes plead
I am inclined to let him burn and bleed
quickly paying for his sins
throwing bodies in trash bins

smell of death replaced with smoke
I light one up, take a ****
Listening for sirens, song
Cops on way, it won't take long

Report the bodies and the crash
the culprit is already ash
was I wrong not rendering aid
I hope my soul I did not trade

It floats in the air
I dare not stare
Oh lord