Cloud of Hallucinations

Another hanging down toward,
Downtown.
Homeward bound.
Waiting for the ship
Taking him to drown.
A life full of loss.
Left with nothing,
But mistrust.
He's here.
In all of us.
Waiting to be seen.
Obscene,
The listeners listen 'till they turn insane.
But never,
However, the strain
It takes the pain,
Away.
Somehow,
We're all just here to sit,
And watch.
As others count seconds on the clock.

We've failed
As public protectors
Nailed, arrested protesters.
what's happening to the world?
We're all the same, all around.
Where instruments won't make a sound.
Where all the dreams lay on the ground.
Where happiness is never found.

Lost in a pink, paranoia-stricken cloud of hallucinations.