The hand of friendship or hammer of love

indifference.

 

Sunlight

or maybe its artificial

bounces through cracks

filling up

the scary places that demons

uncaged

live.

 

And a party starts,

as noisy neighbours in the same mind

and something

brews.

 

a match strikes the leathery

face of the old loves

now withering

and ages

horribly,

decades beyond natural

and the skin has dried up falling off

the brittle bones

and 

the nothingness in between the 

human cavity has been vacuumed out

along with the

soul

whether its of a million neurons

or quintessence.

 

That's where I lay on the

cold nights that seemed to never 

end.