Alone In A Crowd

       Instrumental is the blade that slices the layered cake of self. One by one others take to devour greedily for their own selfish ways. Gorge like pigs, one's slop of soul. The meal is done. Leftovers is the cold bag of trash that nobody cares to open. Effectuated is the crown they proudly wear. Wounded is the soldier of an ambush fight. Like a blind man without sight. Hidden ways of hurt, secrets of dark whispers traps the heart. Lost is the mind of wandering what's ??? The trace of light is diminishing quickly. For it's not twilight yet. A personal eclipse of the heart was announcing it's arrival. Seeing the obscure dusk of the shuttered room of outside was licking my toes...Waiting for the bite. To not have LOVE in one's life...Is not a life I wish to breath in...To not have love for one's self, is a life to die for. The soul has rejected the body & mind...Floating oh so sadly to live another time.