Alienation

They claim individuality, they exist alone,
They are the ones who walk without packs,
With vaults on lock and locks of stone,
Enjoying their lives better back to back,
They say they exist alone but they don't,
Without someone to tell their loneliness to-
Their solitude shall never be true, it wont-
Justify their fierceness, their points of view,
Their hate towards themselves and their love-
Towards themselves they dare not articulate,
Their below looks too alike with their above,
I'm afraid, if the world saw it, it will be too late,
They will be too valuable to die on that day,
And much too easy to kill for fun,
It'd stop being enjoyable to watch them play
See, their chaos is precious and next to none
They are known to be mutually unalike,
She walks up to him in full feathered display,
To her, seduction is like riding a bike-
On a Wednesday night at the end of May,
She says speak unto me in thoughts deep,
Use the words you use in your own head,
Whisper to me because words aren't cheap,
Burn with your darkness my old scarlet bed,
And his tongue cuts deep and her blood is black,
And his fingers strangle and her neck is glass,
He won't give up on her dreams until they crack
Under her burning skin so wild and crass,
Mindless fools, or sages born in temples,
The dreamers or the killers of dreaming,
Profoundly convoluted or basically simple,
No one seems to understand their seeming,
They exist for reasons not like the others,
They exist to put the world to usage,
To use snowflakes of the winter to smother-
The spring out of its white wreckage,
To use the words of their disturbed mind
For healing the gashes of their troubled souls,
To use the darkness that they designed,
To justify how in the light their smiling falls,
They use their words to drug the living,
They use the words to waken the dead,
They pray for their worlds to be forgiving,
And end up forgiving each other instead,
They use poetry to talk to god because-
That's the language he chose for the world,
They use the loathing that they chose-
As an excuse to offer their heads for the sword,
No one cares enough to give them a name,
Everyone does nothing but observe their pain,
No one ever wants to go where they came,
No one ever wants to go to kingdom insane.