A look that becomes vacant

Tears for no reason

I scream inside for answers

They are but motes of matter in the breeze

It came on silent feet, insinuating maliciously

Unaware, defenseless, fate's future settled

A universe corrupted and blind to purpose

Too late specifics that might delay

Knowing there will come that terminus

The tears end, the look returns with recognition

And once more hope struggles for an advantage

The moment ends replaced with violence

Dredged from an abysmal pit by the intruder

Gone again for unknown times

To be managed in fear and desperation

Back again to perceive the present

Enjoying once more what was stolen

But only for that day

And then that vacant look returns

The cycle repeats... forever until the end