Dam so many voices, with so much to say.
People, insanely chatter, words of rot and decay.
I feel the energy flowing through me, slow and thick.
Poisonous thoughts, desires, and deviations so sick.
They all dance, without feet upon the ground.
Gliding to and fro, blissfully ignorant making no sound.
I strain to make sense of the tales of love and woe.
Nothing here to sample or to inspire, I surely must go.
I had some hopes, but they were soon denied.
As I swim in this sea of people empty, traversing the divide.
Their waters thick and dense, with repetitious waves of glee.
Uncontrolled emotions, I run now to the safety of the darkness inside me.