An audience with..

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.