Troubled Mind Rages

as the moon rises mimicking the high-noon sun the air thickens steel-force and cuts through life in bits and pieces like light through fog. screams echo down lonely town streets as cement makeshift sky reflects the sun hours before its own rise and wishes of help blow cold on a windless night; a gasp of breath rises and dissipates like steam from nearby asphalt as eyes close one last time. (this was about a murder, in the town I live, where these things don't happen... the man murdered his step daughter before dawn people heard her screams and couldn't see his knife but by time they got there it was too late, and he then turned the knife on his wife as she tried to flee in the car)