It’s that smile —
It’s that smile that really scares me
As the eyes splay out
In abysses of unfeeling malaise
Like dark black vacuums
That plunge you depths of
Inhuman torpor.
It is a being
That consumes wine but does not get drunk,
Shoveling shelves of panic
On to your sun,
It is a being that,
Below it all,
Wishes it were you,
Wishes it could be you,
For one second,
Could feel and be human and
In lethal desperation,
It laughs up dust and daggers.