Here I am
in a crowded room.
You're not here
So I am alone.

Pandemonium
Is not intimacy
Nor are superficial
Conversations
Leading nowhere.
Holiday banality
Shivers of my dread
Bold strangers staring
What faith, when all
Are sleeping, dead?

Here I am
in a crowded room.
You're not here
So I am alone.

There are many
Who are drawn to
My quiet corner of
Observation, my
Peering between
Crevices,
looking for
The cracks
in the masks,
The skull underneath,
The dead thing...

Here I am
in a crowded room.
You're not here
So I am alone.

This dance of
Undead ghosts
Long-dead, though
They don't even
Know it, stuffed
And yet hollow,
Pantomimes of
Living creatures
Sucked dry by an
Evil homunculus.

Here I am
in a crowded room.
You're not here
So I am alone.

The last thing
Truly alive
In a storm of
soul-sucking
Self-interest
and greed,
What more to
life is there
Beyond what it
is you really need?

Here I am
in a crowded room.
You're not here
So I am alone.