Contract Killers !!

Drops, drops n drops, oh! Its summer what rocks over d arcade?
Moving upwards, we appalled by d moving blood spread in d shed.
Accosting 2wards the tap, we washed our face n acting audacious,
Again we move, move n move but that red one make us anxious…

Dam of d blood...from door to the floor….sinister is d scene,
11 in the clock with a dully night make all us too mean,
Solemnity makes us to face the red n my mate really deloused,
An eye of ours just froze, and brain seems to be not ever used..

Earnestly, collecting the white cloth my mate is really ambling,
Midnight shouts with d dogs, and we assumed as a "life is gambling",

As he cleaned d body's face, he shocked n then his pulse debacle,
Adversity took me near by the two, n I am ready for d coming battle.

Alas!! That face allure's me like a magnet n I simply baffled,
Staring over d dead man's face, at clone copy make me shocked,
My acuity of vision seems to be failed n cause a cleft in the brain,
A gaping, at d clone, my leg skids n then d blood bursts 4m my vein,

Entirely, I felt anguish n laid down aside my mate over d clone dead,
Both of us merged wd d blood in d room like a cloth rinsed in d mud..
Squeezing like a cloth in water, we two rinsed in d blood entire night,
Those dreadful sessions neither makes us alive nor dies without a single hungry byte…

Our eyes get closed as d time approaches see towards the non-stop rising morning,
D routine brings my girlfriend there, who wake us with a tea along sun shining
We babbled by staring d normal door along ad our shiny floor,
It make us rooms entire flat, with a no marks n all we make our time bore..

That nightmare makes a mark on us, but next night as I say let it be n hoping fine,
Ignoring it all, we two silently sat with all d exhausting with a pack of our fav wine,
That’s not only a night, a symbolic to all who hunts in d life as a profession,
Blood flows, but may too flow in their own journey n destination………..

D next day….journey is so pathetic with despotism in our lane,
Hard for us all d way to let d other's blood out of vein is a bit Bain,
Descrying the theme, neglecting our diurnal tasks we left d city with a pain,
The two anarchists depart, with a pace of uncanny flair for discovering d main.