Are they truly unable
to see the sadistic intruders
masked by pitch black robes of burglary
betrayed only by the shimmer of the knife they are holding
as they wait for you
in the unlit room you just bravely, nimbly stepped into.

Are you truly unable
to make out the shapes that are not of
the furniture pieces that you know so well
but of
disfigured deviant freaks
who will chop off all your digits
and feed them to their stock of goats that they sacrifice monthly
to Phil the Prince of Insufficient Light
and who dye their pubic hair green and shake their floppy cocks at unsuspecting little children
and who will pry the nails off your fingers and use them as kings when they hold tournaments of checkers
and who will drive nails into your arms just so you look suitably punk
and who will drain your body of blood so as to make sure you did not catch any venereal diseases from these nails that they have used for masturbatory pleasure
and who will then drain your blood into the vat that feeds the sprinkler system
and your blood
will spatter
their fields
of hallucinogenic mushrooms.

Are you truly unable to
foresee all of this?
Are you truly unable to
see the gray shadows
amongst deceiving blacks and whites?