He's a smooth operator..
tTalks in sultry voices, coming through some distant quivering shadowed rain. Monster on the line replies with a hiss. Funny part is .., both are exhausted, elusive lions.

Lions?
Yes, ripping some hearts apart,
hands drenched in dipping blood...
crimson red..feasting eyes and years, a starved platter with some fresh tilting juicy flesh. Bold and beautiful... Yet so..Ppathetic...!

Confident confused cowards. Whom do you try to confront, convince.. comfort?
It is none but You , You ,You in the mirror of seeking eyes of salvation,; can't you see? ...No....You can't see. Eyes covered with eyes. Tears run down smoothered behind the bars.... Ears to which every shattered shout is but a funny mimickry..And voices , forever hushed ....never to be heard again....