In a Crowded Room
alone
in a crowded room
people pass faces glance
void they are…
no thought to anyone's soul
or ponderings of creation
just shells walking in its grace.
in tranced is their eyes
full of diamonds, cars, caviar…
hallow be thy name
in lambs blood meek
bringing to the slaughter
man's greed
the only impotent seeks
15 seconds of fame
I watch the coming flame
a glow with hell at its heart, alone
in a room crowded n doom
as people pass
faceless faces glance
void they are, walking
in the last footfalls
of a passing generation
or dancing in the dark light
a ghost trancing finite!
alone...
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