A master of disguise,
No witness makes it out alive.
He has no face.
He comes,

And leaves no trace.

You did not bar the door.
Why would you,
In a street without crime?
But locks mean nothing to him.
They do not keep him out,

They seal him in.

You trusted alarms tuned for flame,
But let the siren built for him lay silent.
He carries no heat, no scent, no sound.

Only the hush that settles before the end.

When everyone under your roof feels ill,
Headache, dizzy, heavy with sleep,
Minds fogging, stomachs turning,

Run.

He seeps from fires smoldering, unseen.
From machines drunk on fuel.
From engines imprisoned in closed rooms.
He slips inside and steals your breath,

As he teaches your blood to love the theft.

Hesitate, and you will not wake.
He does not burn,

He consumes life.

And when his blazing ally arrives,
To destroy all your precious things,
Just know,

He is by her side.

She will distract you.
She will fool you,

Into thinking the intruder has fled.

She will lure you back inside,
To the air that betrays you.

Because they are not here for your things.

No,
They are here,

For you.


She already claimed what you loved

Now he is here

To replace

In moments

The breath you thought was yours

As you surrender to him

Too soon

The life you neglected