I gaze around at the faces around me... In the market, the club, the laundromat, and convenient stores
Some look familiar, theres some i know, and even some ive never seen beforeJust faces...faces of anger, confusion and stupidityBut it hurts a little to more to see in in faces of those whos dear to meFaces..of rage, animosity, greed, and jelousyFaces of sorrow,faces of hate, faces of revenge and infidelityJust faces..no soul, no hope, no goalsA body with blood just as warm as mine but to the touch its ice cold..these ghosts...When i see them i picture an olden day filmNo color, just black and white, and im not sure if theyre realThe bright greens of trees, blues of skies,whites of cloudsThey walk along it like theyre ghosts, quietly without a soundThey dont see the color that im seeing in my visionsThe difference? I have an extra eye to make my visions a bit more vividFaces..just faces...that appear to be sleepIt seems...as if im the only one awake in a world full of zombies