alien men

sometimes i wonder

if other people feel like aliens too:

programmed to go through the motions of everyday life -

( never feeling - not enjoying )

participating as though we are controlled by someone else.

my body isn't mine

we live separately

i watch myself do things from across the room -

observing the way life happens, but never taking part.

apathy kills

the same way the darkness falls:

it leaves a heavy curtain over my eyes

and i feel nothing when i watch the world implode.

i don't cry for the dead

even when i loved them.

i find serendipity within the

deepest corners of my mind -

( where shadow men live).

sometimes i wonder if it's possible to feel

anything at all. human expression is overbearing:

crippling us to the floor.

i won't miss you when you go,

but revel in the space you leave behind

because now it is mine.

i don't long for a friend

even when i have none.

(alien men observe themselves from the shadows)

where no one else lurks.

i live in my own head

and i don't mourn when everything goes dark.