Sweaty-Toothed Madman

A madman.
A crazy madman.
A sweaty-toothed madman.
I close my eyes,
and this image floats beside me.
A sweaty-toothed madman.
A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.
His hands reach out and
choke me,
and all the time he's mumbling.
Mumbling truth, truth like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
You push it, stretch it, it will never be enough, you kick at it, beat it, it will never cover any of us.
From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying,
it will just cover your face,
as you wail and cry and scream.