From The Bedroom Door 

 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, defenceless, 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 dayAnd then that vacant look returns 

 The cycle repeats... forever until the end