I have shed so many things in the past,
ranging from silly tears to precious blood
but has time come to shed my sanity as well?
I fear so from the recent look of things,
as at nights of late, even in my dreams,
I see human beings morph into monsters from hell!
In broad daylight they hide their poisoned fangs
behind their sweet faces, painted innocent,
to ravish harmony waiting for the nightfall
or perhaps, these are nothing but my fancy, growing small!