Murder are those moments

when you're alone

and you know it.

Then you hope

and longingly seek

for company

that will not be granted.

And in an empty space

you realize

that the only company there

is your own shadow of intolerable isolation

and your fear

of the Dark.

Loathing you feel

when the moment

ceases to be

and becomes more than eternity.

Though you attempt

to bring disguise to such turmoil,

you look behind.

And no one's there

but Dark.

Then you take murder

and welcome the light.

July 2000