Fear’s thickness creeps Lethargic Measured Unhurried Through convenient cracks & crevices In calm’s inner sanctum. They Take nightly inventory While heavy ghosts breathe deep, Beating down death’s damning door To trap another dead shadow Halfway down the hall.... Where its destiny meets its fate. Trapped Trapped Trapped in loathsome darkness. Its solitary agenda is delayed Just long enough for nocturnal tallies To be completed And awful but clever maneuverings To stay undetected. Fear’s smooth machinations Willfully disturb one world to the next Where the things you sometimes hear Ain't often seen; Hiding Hiding Hiding in the tenseness of delerium. Cloaked in the stillness of relief. Deceptive and silent. Sinister and present. Intrusion Intrusion Intrusion overlooks, While innocence.... Innocence succumbs.