It's getting later, the gloom grows
Evening becomes even more quiet and still.
You are alone in every respect.
Looking out the window... yeah, you know I'm here.
Only a few minutes before panic grips your being.
You probably never figured on seeing this mug again,
Five o'clock shadow, wrinkled dark suit, dark hat,
A satchel filled with everything I own,
Bus and train schedules.
I walk up the steps to your door
Quietly using a credit card to let myself in.
Your place is humid, I start to sweat perfusely,
The lighting is barely noticeable with a red tint.
I see the framed five by seven on the end table of the other man
and clothing scattered on the carpet.
I stand watch, having trouble breathing from the anxiety and heat.
The time goes by at a slow, excruciating pace.
Your shadow is on the wall of the next room
Typing on the computer.
Suddenly, the door slams open
And you stand spellbound in horror
At the appearence of this man.
His eyes glow with a fire and fury from a spirit otherworldly.
Everything you've ever done, everyone you've ever loved
Come and go before you in an endless blur.
The madness inside of him has made him mute.
Time now travels at a fast painful clip.
You feel a sickness deep inside of you
That here is a bad dream from which you will never wake.
You had it coming
It's was bound to happen sooner or later.
Through the eyes filled with tears
You observe the close cropped hair, the anger of the expression.
The physique that once made you red hot
Now makes you ice cold.
The modem disconnects
Infinity logs in...