into the fringe and through the fray
he quietly crept
painstakingly he inched closer
to his unassuming victims
who, drowned in their own stupor
drunkenly slept
patients...hold on to the patience
he itched, he ached
so hungry, so desperate
no sudden movements, no hesitation
but in his frantic lust
in his all consuming need
he lost sight of the thing of importance
and instead, he saw his own reflection
begin to bleed