Society In The Eyes Of The Wasted

-DON'T ASK. I was high when I wrote this... I have no clue what it means... er.... yeah, funny what I write when I'm high-

A numb day.
A crowd... unlike any other.
Their heads are swollen
By the new summer sun,
Dripping dross of intestines.

A quiet pause for thought there.
A mix of tomorrows day
Tonights dust -
Set myself an aim.

Still, the aliens grasp a glimpse:
A draw,
A feeling of normality
But shall never know
True meaning,
True prospects, goals
Emotion and devotion.

They will never feel it like I feel it.

I take a second to realize
My experience with these.
Negative.
A dark haze.

Look at the things around me
Clueless things,
Known as humans.
Animals.
Mass.
Aliens.
I realize maybe...
Just maybe...
It's not them with the problem