The Closest Killer To Me.

Red spots

and you are still not dead

Who will come?

as you think ahead

Steadily walk

night's a thin blanket

Cold and sterile

hands in your pockets

This nightly chore

is early morning defeat

As frozen sticks become

your fingers and feet

A species of peace comes

never more ready

Head droops down

the ground's in your belly

With hope and stealth

you scan the grounds

The closest killer to me

here will be found.