Quiver and Quake

There are nightmares in the stars.

It feasts on souls of the youth,
hiding in plain sight.

Faster than a love spit cigarette,
beauty is undermined,
while joy crushed smiles,
ooze and pulsate from their flesh wounds.

All quiver and quake,
as beasts cocoon the last known civilation,
known for its chaotic,
irrational,
erratic,
non-denominational,
savagery.

There is hope in the stars. 

Only the gods and monsters can tame us now.