when your insanity peaks in,
we are in trouble.
when your eyes are bright and sparkling,
we tremble in fear.
your speeches - both quiet and loud,
sends danger signals in the air.
your touch- incapable of emotions,
lay awake at night.
when we come face to face,
we crumble; while you triumphed.
your words - sharp as knife,
always cutting us
into shredded pieces,
barely missing our targeted hearts.
the day when the sun went out,
we, the tattered ones
with sharpened thoughts and razor tongues.
our minds took a turn -
once a pink; now ashen black with red dashes
is it any wonder
how we manage to ride you down?
slow and beautifully,
the day the sun gone out
we waited - silently.
the time came- swiftly and abrubtly
six feet under
was your final abode
a gaping mouth with silent cries
were our present
we watched, we smiled -
mouths twisted in an agonized bliss
- of vision.