The audience of metal people, is anyone distraught?
No one has tried a mask. No one has tried a thought.
The tears unshed.
All faces dead, a sort of metal rot.
To make a sound, to make a frown, I tried from up above. But, gaping eyes without surprise,
Emerged
A haunting joke.
This audience of metal, a gathering of rot,
The yellow stain of many.
A noise
I can’t
Forgot
