The dark in all its grayness

clouds behind the shadows

hiding in the clouds ;

Uneven tempoed adrenalin flowing

downwards into tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow ,

as they creep in by stealth or sleight ;

Red yellow orange and blue sparkling

shining gleaming screens in a million homes ;

all with their excuses

hidden behind locked doors ,

shivering in unison in fear of

of what might be once they wake up ,

alone and alone again to the wailing sirens

the sharp report and echo of gunfire

in their street ,

outside their door ,

in their hallway

where a newsreporter smiles

amid the dark and all its grayness.