Staring across I looked
I mean I really looked
It was them
The sick
The waiting
Their end
A place where the silence in subtle laughter
Fed the gurgling dread

Old amongst the young
Age against time
Eating away
Tempting a finality
Choosing an end

As dead eyes looked on through me      
I felt alive
Awake
Eager in my burst to scare away the dead
The devil smiled
His war was winning
A fate foreboding
The storm had come