We Sit Alone

We sit alone in rolling chairs and mask our grief with vacant stares; if one should say hello, we smile. We burn to charm them with our style; with charred and bleeding hearts we dare. But let the world become aware; our carriage flames white, scalding fare. In this last stop we wait awhile, and sit alone. We fawn, but oh the hot despair has caught us in its evil snare; we smile, but oh, the trap is vile, beneath our feet, how slow the mile. Oh, may the world send up a prayer. We sit alone!