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.