Our Siren wales,
past midnight street,
the flashes,
of red and blue.
The colors Reflect
off glass,
and mirors,
causing drivers,
to take notice,
One by one,
they use their signals,
to pull over
and open up the road.
Precious seconds,
fly past,
as they ignore lights,
above the street,
Not talking,
only listening,
to the unfolding situation,
on the radio,
34 year old male,
not breathing,
heavily drinking,
down near Hendersons pub,
David momentairly forgets,
the road exists,
as rumble strips,
bring him back,
His partner despises,
that smug look,
across Davids face,
Ambient,
The girls think he's harmless,
an average guy,
who blends in with his surroundings,
But that attention tracker,
gets girls like moths,
to light,
in the darkened night.
They are temporally shocked,
when they're kicked to the curb,
coming to rest,
on the pavement,
adjacent to his other victims.
I will not be there,
to pick her up,
His partner though,
but unable to keep silent,
"How can you be,
such an ass,
and treat women,
like disposable souls?"
The partner finally spat
David Smiled..
"Quite easily friend,
I'm the moth with no eyes,
for avoids the light,
and a master of lies"
David retorted.
David turned the steering wheel,
hard right,
making their final approach,
"Your an ass"
His partner shouted,
the voice trailing off,
somewhere in the distance,
David knew something was wrong,
when they were a block away,
"Do you feel that?" David asked
His partner responded,
I highly doubt you feel anything.
But then they both stopped and looked at each other.
Death...
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