Silently observing from the shallow grounds in the darkness
the watchers make their way through the gate
into the night world where you try not to belong
but cannot help retreating there in your own little world of hatred
Do I feel pity for you?
Once maybe, almost twice but not anymore
my pity well has run dry down so low only dust remains
I know how you imagine the world should be
Running on the theory of every man for himself
and the only train on the track belongs to you all others obsolete
Oh I know that little line so well it is like a defunct mantra
I see your lips trotting out it’s wording learned by heart to pass the time
To tell yourself that what you do is good, unwatched and unnoticed
Your words carry on the breeze
into the darkness where the watchers take notes ,and nod silently shocked
At the lack of feeling, comprehension within your being
they watch the empty shell long since evacuated of humanity
one day they will claim what remains and grind it to dust beneath their feet
they advance slowly each day and are not observed by you
they have not enough importance in their aura
but that is deliberate
carefully planned to challenge the unaware and test you’re worth
the place they could transport you to in the light
your place is well secured
you don’t even know that standing in front of you is all the light you need
As your back is turned away killing it slowly
diminishing till it’s too late
ailsacawley 