Circle Takes the Square

It's staring right at me, staring
with cold, dead eyes that wrap
their fingers around my neck.
I feel the breeze caress the
back of my head
and kill the man next to me.
If only my silence was as
strong as the sea
and relentless as rock.
I still can't help but
stare forward into the blue,
into the deep dead.
Circles rain from the sky
and torture the squares.
My six sides turn and click
with time itself, but
that one in the chamber...