The skin is pierced

Someone’s there

A stranger lurks down my stairs

His senseless stupor

Reflected in a wicked glare

An unassailable sin

Met with eyes of pins

I tried to sleep

Amidst the havoc

that you wreaked

But the weariness

I could not keep

So when the fire

That you lit

Became too bleak

It died out

Then came dreams

of static peace.