Here Upon these ghostly shadows Of men
and women There are no smiles Singly They mingle With the greyness of the
walls And at strange angels They travel
on To nowhere Each a nucleus Of
sadness and despair Small Or no
conversation Passes their cigarette-stained
lips They sit The lonely ones Sitting eternally In institutions That have become their eyes That have
become their arms Their legs They are
empty now Just shells moving back and
forth Upon a shore Of some uncharted
beach Up steep green hills They
linger Like the darknest thoughts That
push them selves Into your mind You
cannot question them For they will not
answer you They Are our deepest fears
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