In the room with all but yet alone,
people there just apart and thrown,
no talk just silence and staring souls,
coming close together, getting dense,
shooting through my head, there holes,
the moisture killing all my sense.

Fighting for the love and people,
given up straight forward, ending deeply,
given up at midpoint to goal,
just a brickwall with a hole,
my head as dense as the peoples fog,
not ending just leaking out, locked.