I have fallen to my aching knees
at a parking lot full of unease.
I cannot shake away this cold freeze
my grip tightens harshly on my keys.

I feel that eyes have managed to seize
control of my mind like a disease.
My shallow breath is barely a wheeze,
safety here has no real guarantees.

I will watch so carefully for these
fake eyes to show up after a breeze
and to move closer with snake-like ease
to see if I will start to beg, please.

My dripping nose twitches with a sneeze,
yet the slight motion does not appease
the consuming sickness that will squeeze
the last drops of me into the seas.

Temperature dropping in degrees
the terrible night won't hear my pleas.
Those fake eyes that watch in the old trees
I'm so very sorry to displease.

How can it be so, that no one sees
that my mind has felled me to my knees?
I get up, so this torture will cease
I leave the parking lot of unease.