No Eye Met

A short poem er whatever

How about a moment,
something frozen in time.
It breathes through the mind...
like a whisper, soft and unforgiving.
A reminder of what you are.

Second by second another thought go awry.
So tired of feeding the monster.

Sleep is something of a myth.
A stalking notion with no effect.
Dreams are the source of waking nightmares.
Vibrant. Colorful. Real.
When hiding isn't an option...
Forced smiles and no eye met,

... it'll do.

Shame - the parasite.
Silently feeding, growing
and with every moment... dominating.
Seizing control. Instilling fear,
and finally, murder.

Who you were is a distant memory.
You are a coward, with forced smiles and no eye met.