Life seems to pass them by.
the Watchers, sitting behind their closed gates
gazing out at the world.
Their faces a front simply reacting to the social stimulus,
never truly grasping an emotion, yet watchers come and go
like a state of mind, simply a shield, a mask
to protect the inner workings of ones mind, only a defense mechanism.
The radical desensitization of the senses.
It was a sad night, a gathering appeared mourning the passing of life.
Flood gates opened and watchers spilled out, the hurt, the pain
calling them.
That day WatchersΒ Β were the norm, a masquerade of life
only no one was "alive" that day, instead
a stone wall was erected and a sign was put up that read
"STAY OUT!". I was there, amidst the gathering looking out at the different faces etched in stone, all eroding as they weep streams of intoxication, it was only after that night that i realized i too collapsed,
forcing a guise over my emotions
but not so i could hide my tears
I was terrified
the laughter was hollow
the sockets were filled with sodden eyes, blood shot and tired.
The night was filled with unrelenting laughter
echoing through the luminescent city night
and so harrowing was the icy joy
i felt the buildings shudder.
I could not think, i could not act!
My frustration seeping through the stone disguise upon my face.
I sought refuge
from the cold stares and transparent grins
and fled to the streets
walking briskly along to a single street lamp
and there i collapsed, unable to breath through
this facade around my closed eyes
laughter echoing through the night
this wont do
why do i fear the stares of life?
in the distance the laughter has subsided
they are alive
yet they fear death
constantly walking in line towards the door out
is this why i am so terrified?
is this why we desire to watch?
to let life leave us be?
i breath in the cool night air
the stone, clinging to my fear, my desires
turns to dust and breaks away.
Understanding, the pain, the anguish
Understanding fear, i fear the stares no longer
because i see, in their eyes
divine, fear.
standing up
i feel the tension
they are denying it
they are hiding from it
I'll be there in the fear
to help ease the pain
and in return i hope for the same.
walking back i let the laughter
life my spirits, hollow or not
it doesn't matter
I'm with family.
i wrote this after my uncles funeral. everyone was fairly drunk except for me, and it was rather uneasy.