Frequency for the right receptor!

Life's rather funny! Just when you think you are running out of options, it opens the Pandora's box. It does not spare me from feeling like a chimpanzee; jumping from one tree to another. But what the heck, as long as the forests are dark and deep, I am game for it! Just penning down some random scribbling.

Angel eyes; devil’s in disguise.

Suave moves; target’s close.

Locked, shot, and no smoking barrel

Prey’s down on a virtual ground.

7^th target desires to ascend,

Facing the arrow, he wants to bleed again.

Grip fierce, stance arrogant; he has time to defend.

Serenity personified, breathing gently, praising the cazador.

Staring at the unknown; waiting for the horizon while he can.

No wound, no scar, no blood on the tar,

Killer’s on the move again, no holds barred.

SOS’ disabled; the hunter’s unarmed.

The sweet pain of death, stone’s laid.