"Hell is other people" - No exit

No way am I to be left alone by these parasitic thoughts

It challenges me to think beyond this fatal world,

The light seemed brighter even the multicoloured spots,

Or the words which are continuously being hurled.

Did you hear that?

That eternal whisper.

Did you see that?

                                                      The ray of blue light.

                                                      We circle each other,like vultures over a dying being.

                                                      Continuously sucking out the energy flowing within.

                                                      Do you even really see what it is you are seeing,

                                                      Can you even distinguish an act of good from one of sin.

                                                      Did you ever let it touch you?

                                                      A fleeting thought.

                                                      Did you ever dare to breathe?

                                                      When toxic words fumed pass you.

Why is that we are what we are most afraid of?

That we never seem to want to care,

When someone silently did cough,

Or when we were needed,we weren’t there.

Did you let someone in?

With your eyes open.

Did you silently cry?

When the sun was shining.

Have you cringed when people got nearer,

Or shunned out the divine light.

Looked behind you to see things a little more clearer,

Felt like soaring away from everyone like a blue faded kite.

Did you listen when the wind was singing?

The pitter patter of soft footsteps.

                                                                                                     Did you want to paint yourself green?

Let the colours mesh into you.

Yet we are surrounded by a growing number of dark bodies,

With them we must spend this mortality.

Give out this life on a substandard lease,

Attempt to preserve our already shredding sanity.

Did you let the trees guide you?

Weathered leaves rustled by.

Did you dream a dream of dreaming?

When all else ended in despair.