The Crowd

The Crowd

A quietus has been served,

Moirai has spoken of her will.

I run away from her,

As fast as my trembling feet can.

I reach to where they sell,

Souls for a lifetime of wine.

My caducity is boundless.

My crime, to love, beyond my estate.
A silence is what I search for,
A corner of loneliness.
There is no room for me,
Many like me occupy them.
I see a herd of souls.
I walk into it.
They moan, they cry.
Holding their bleeding hearts in their hands.
I sit in the middle of it, the crowd.
I wish for this torment to end,
A song of embrace I long to hear.
In its lamentations is a hollow silence.
With my eyes closed, my head in my knees,
I think of her.
If only I could have,
But now I am a part of something.
A strange void, where wails resonate,
Through the ears to the bosom.
It creeps like a ubiquitous fog,
Sealing itself onto my being,
Making me vacuous of my World!