by Democritus
Subtle night, words falling on deaf ears,
The ten thousand lost and lonely souls call out
Their own names in vain.
Endless night, hot and cold flashes creeping
Sweaty bed, messed up face drenched in snot
And spittle, making slow death.
Tedious night, fumblings in and out of black
Buildings, doors creaking on rusty hinges,
Foetid maw waiting for victims.
Crazy night, staring wild-eyed across the smoke
Desperate coughs, choosing enemies, sticky stool,
Shot glass full of bile.
Wretched night, shrieking, wailing lamentation
Beaten, bloody fists search for salvation, sobbing
Noises fade into darkness.