Haiku of a scaled predator.

What is this thing called love.

Online predators always get caught in the act!

Rape is forcing someone into sex.

I woke from the inside of another flicker vision night scape…

And what of this non-descript transparency?

Hunger burns like fire through my veins…

After stopped from trying to commit suicide and been given his mission in life Fosch encounters his first task, a serial killer of young gay boys. Just minutes before trying to kill himself, now he is about to kill another. He also starts discovering, how the world is seen from an enlightened perspective.

Poem about a sinister creature that lurked during the night.

In the world of preying predators, whether in the highlands of corporations or in the lowlands jungles and open plains, the slurs of the stripes twist and envelop the gray inductor.