Darkness evades direct thought.
Fear trembles and sadness concedes
The emptiness; futility.
Constricting circles on a broken glass,
Shattered by a single shot
That left only laughter.
I must fight this prevailing madness
That crept so seductively from the night
And now crushes me in her hateful breast.
The scream that never quite escapes,
Lies buried beneath the seething teeth
Which gnash and snarl
Respectfully veiled from those
Who lovingly stab
And never contemplate.