The familiar strangers, 
the fly-by-nights...
games people play
as they try to absolve
the negativity and shame
and pretenses of life everyday,
until the airs disappears.
Emotionless.
The palms of their hands frame
a heart like precious crystal, 
strumming your defenselessness
while their minds become like chains, 
linking, without keys.
They steal secret things
until they finally steal away.
Indefinitely.
Imprudently leaving only long ago
memories in their haste.
Seeking amoral gratification, they disdain
the acid raindrops of burning teardrops
as your mind erupt in pangs,
and as oil to an open flame,
finally EXPLODES.
And they aim
their next impassive trials...
DANGEROUS CHEMISTRY!