Solis radius unus

sinister whispering from within my closet begs for my company once more.

Shouting from next door following the sound of shattered glass.I don't want to imagine what the residents looks like.

A arm thrown around me in the middle of the night with no one attached to it.

The twisted body's of a young boy after a bad wreck fills me with excitement in the pit of my stomach.

Ants in my sugar bowl or maybe worms in the apples?

I cant decide which will ruin this morning for me.Heres a third option,the sound of police knocking on my door after complaints of gunshots.

The monsters in my closet or my homicidal are just a cog in this fucked up machine I was born in.

Even if all the clouds in the sky faded from my sight not one Ray of light would reach my eyes.