nny-
voices lurking in the dark
waiting for the knife to strike.
trapped. death

runs
down the walls in crimson red.
the voices wait and laugh their
pleasure.

here
he waits in silent longing
for an angel to come near,
to come

save
him from this darkness deep.
give him strength and love to see...
escape...

to
be a person away from
the darkness and the death which
closes in.

voices
laughing in the dark, laughing
for it is hopeless even
trying.