Beneath dark shadows in dark foreboding alleys,
lays he who speaks without the use of words.
He who sees everything but needs no eyes,
with lungs rot of smoke his voice draws them in.
He gives them, this candy so sweet,
the taste of which they crave for more.
It only costs an arm or more.
With his head turned he laughs at them.
Counting his earnings so grand,
As they continue to return for their cravings' end.
He sits and watches as the sickness takes them over,
watches as it takes their bodies and eats their souls.
The bitter-sweet candy too sweet to resist.
