Delusion.

Out of the depths
they cry
one million tired souls
hungry hearts
aching minds.
Crawling up the underground
conjointly lingering over hopeless thoughts.
I am.
agony....broken words or questions
old woman scrambling over the pieces
to find a small chain of gold
or the lonely piece of diamond.
Time. Never time.
Shake. Wasted time.
Quiver to the thought
the song, resounding emptiness
resounding depths of quietness
there was left.
We ate the end of time.
We ache the end of time.
It is nothing.
Never what you see
what I didn't know
illusions.
We were illusions
fading in the dirt
rotting away
dispatched carbon
disposable memories
the whole time.
Now silence to indifference.
strangers, we mean nothing.
Old woman alone still scrambling in small hours.