The Medusa Stare

The  Medusa  Stare  -  Misery  Index

  Walking  out  onto  streets  of  blight  and  misery,

Where  strangers  glance  then  quickly  look  away,

With  eyes  that  speak  a  thousand  words  in  one,

From  weathered  faces  lined  with  years  of  pain,

Gorgon  gaze  entranced,  what  is  real  in  this  land  of  lives  exiled...  out  beyond  the  pale,

To  eat  the  gruel  and  scraps  of  yesterday's  false  conquests,

Reliving  each  act  in  hollowed  atrophy,

Tasting  pleasures  of  the  flesh  in  absence,

These  countless  ways  we  sacrifice  and  lose,

To  live  in  stone,  entrapped,  ensnared,  unblessed,  unloved...  then  die...

Welcome  to  the  other  side,  to  be  a  face  in  the  crowd  unknown,

Where  we  all  sing  along  to  the  tired  same  refrain,

Fed  from  birth,  for  what  it's  worth  on  gray  cloud  dawns,  and  black  sky  dusks

...Doom.