Small drops of shivering death are upon us
traveling by the million and no one can stop them
A bright ball of fire peaks around the dust but cannot appear
life is snatched curelessly from the hands
With the dampness of terror
Love and life collide to create a pain unbearable to the world
Hatred that can not be mended in the steam of day
For the ones who seek it know what it lurks
And those who don’t know the pain it brings us on the day of despair
As death approaches, ready to kill at any given moment
Darkens the day with a humid touch
And to me it has healed the knife
Death arises