Lost Souls

Lost souls everywhere,
Hollow with sadness.
And empty.

Sentimental filler-cheer,
The working of
the next best thing.
Grinning, singing,
Trying to fill the void within.

As the chipping slices,
Wincing bones,
Over nice,
And all alone,
Takes away the rancour there,
Taking it away, somewhere.

As psychopaths run everywhere,
And form the base of everything,
The lizards design their offering,
And spit into our eyes.

The New Year comes with nothing new,
Songs and thoughts of nothing true,
Nothing, nought, for me and you,
But everything, for them.

You decide where commas go,
Personalise your greatest show,
Coming with the one you like,
The one you think will give you life.

So finally, the wheels turn on,
Our breathing going on and on,
Until it doesn't,
Then it's gone,
And we no longer care,
As we go yonder, in the air,
Just gone, to wander.

Gone. Somewhere.