The Killer

As the hands of the clock kissed each other, the sound of midnight struck, a resonance causing dust to drift like snowflakes, across the moonlit room, landing ever so softly upon floor. The hours sound a reminder that a killer lurks amongst us in this very room. An evil presence it seems, but each of us hath our own demons that we dare not share. Share as we may though, it shall never be enough to set you free, nor your heart.

These words, oh- I wish they couldn’t be less true I tell you!

For this beast we seek is but a ghost, hiding in the shadows, aware of the annihilating thoughts in our mind, well before the soul itself. It’s then and only then, that we breathe in the air of this unworldly life for the first time, knowing that the killer lives, it lives in our hearts, completely capable of that which we have never dreamed. Admit it? We shall never think of the like! And forever- fight as we may, our minds are just like those snowflakes of dust, helplessly in motion, waiting for that greater force, even though evil, to show us about this mad world.