Fear riots

Smoke tendrils creep through the night clinging to cool crisp breath. 
The moon trembles in violet skies, where stars crumble, falling to ultimate demise. 
Twilights walls are decorated with blades that glint so sharp but, sing so softly. 
Yet, the voice I hear, so sweet, slides a horizontal cut across the heart. 
The scars on the mind, a rose bush maze of infinite journeys, a secret place. 
Thorns dig deep to leave their paths that twist and turn, forever etched.
Dusk brings tender hallowed tears that have no weight, but carry heavy feelings; 
To sink the soul to the depths of the ocean where light dies over and over. 
It is there in the dark, when street lamps string like amber fairy lights and; 
Silence descends to blanket the earth with her screams, that fear riots everywhere.