the beauty of these days
grows larger
as the nights do too.
sadness whimpers in fear.

fear of eyes and mouths like
ravenous vulture's claws

how many dreams have i
shaken to death?
how many lovers have i seen?
how many killers have i
greeted in the streets and
shaken hands with?

all the times i looked death
in the eyes and was unaware
of what it was i was gazing into.

it comes at you in this
expanding beauty of days
and the ever growing night.