B: Lonely people 2

Lonely People 2

Porn satiated red
Amber illuminated sun
The darkness greens
Allowing action

Stars fade into fog
Blankets warming
One he lights
Killing senses

Exhaling fumes from
Passing sirens whir
Ducking hides
Nor hair standing

Ice tinted grey
Solitary he walks
Quiet thought he takes
Waiting for the rush

Play shadows fall
An evenings bile
He misses
Time it quickens

Waiting for the life
Dead time
White seconds tick
Becoming black

Watching as they come
The lonely people
Against the grain
Wading through it

What? they ask
The lonely people?
Questioning it all
Life, they say

It is all
Nothing more
But then...
Nothing less

They come one
Lonely people watching
Easily they fade
Into it all

From something
Becoming no thing
The dark brightens
Leaving one left

Yes? they query
No they answer