A cloak of fear; a scene of sanitary white.
Miserable corners closing in, lights blindingly bright.
A steel carcass here or there, a concealed countenance everywhere.
Shortened words, labored breaths;
Clamorous lives, silent deaths.
Worried eyes, countless lies...
But also Hallelujahs in reprise.
Confused expressions and brightened eyes;
And though all things have a price,
For now, an uncanny peace found in little cries.
Definitive slumber or animation gained,
Prize what sleeps and love that which awakes.