Eyewitness testimony

I hysterically force my eyewitness testimony  
into the insatiable hands of the  
psychological dreamcontrol department.  
“Save them, save them, save them”.
 
The drowning people dance seizures  
to harmonies of realization on  
the drooping stage of my eyelids.
Mauling ragged throats in terror,
as death tenderly kisses  
each of their lips.  
Royal blue claims the throne  
of fallen circulation.
 
My ankles are held static by time,
a blindfold restraining his sight:
no need for two to be swept into  
the violent throes of insanity.
 
Crowds brush past them oblivious,
sticking on smiles that they  
bought for half price.
Suffocating in air,  
the drowning collapse as  
the ghosts of society.
Won't you save them?