The grip on the throat was as tight as a knot pulling a trailer full of horses on the back of a pick up truck. Eyes as cold and soulless as the deepest darkest parts of Antarctica. He's there as soon as the child is born waiting to take the  innocence, fog up the eyesight and block all the senses. Just like smoke prevents the bees from protecting their honey. We all were born with this fate, this fate to be blinded and oblivious to the most obvious. It happens to each and everyone of us with no exceptions and no one to spare. There is many levels to this kind of madness and we all are on different levels. All have different endings.