I creep silent across the floor like a centipede, you don't have no idea.

I creep silent across the floor like a centipede, you don't have no idea. my toxin so deadly, they only gonna find out at autopsy what happened to you ,by then I be long gone.i am the bringer of justice, natural for the guilty to pay a price. there is no redemption in this place I did not know where to go and ide so I jus stopped in my.tracks. I creep silent across the floor like a centipede, Shadows stretch, whisper secrets, planting the darkest seeds, Heartbeats echo in the night, like a ticking clock, In this maze of broken dreams, watch me unlock, Eyes wide, scanning corners where the phantoms dwell, Stories left untold, like a half-lit carousel, Every step I take, I’m weaving through the lies, Ghosts of my past linger, but I rise, Thoughts heavy like the fog that blankets the street, Searching for redemption in the rhythm of my beat, A poet in the dark, with a pen as my knife, Cutting through the silence, carving out my life, I’m the shadow in the alley where the lost souls meet, With a vision so vivid, hear the truth in my heat, In this labyrinth of pain, I’m the one who survives, From the ashes of despair, watch my spirit revive.