A Sensitive Fascist Is Very Rare by A.P.P.L.E.

The Observer

by A.P.P.L.E.· from A Sensitive Fascist Is Very Rare

The Observer Quietly I sit and watch the people walking to and fro Laughing, talking, sighing, smiling They all look so full of bliss Some look sad, but they all are together Busily going about their lives *Ah the serenity the darkness brings I shut all light from my life Lost inside the darkness of my little room Lost inside my private little tomb Quietly I sit and view the various scenes All these people constantly together Never alone, afraid to be alone Oh so happy to be sociable Yet I exclude myself from their social world still I remain happy Left to the darkness of my mind To quietly sit and to quietly die When I look around everyone seems so content They never take the time to open their eyes or realize they're alive My mouth remains permanently shut The words I cannot or will not bring forth My eyes are open, quite open and the things I have seen have made me silent and alone*