Whilst they lay bare and wait to be seen to,
I look at their shrines and ask..
"Did I like them?" I certainly feel sorry for them now.
"Did they like me?"
Dunno
As I try to leave their morbid congregation,
A distant memory of a smile that only I noticed
brings me to a complete halt.
They really aren't here.
They are but not like how I am.
Perhaps they're more here than I will ever know..
Until I join their glum dinner party, of course.
For now, I better get going or I'll somehow forget
The way back to life.
Sunday, 6 July 2008
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