Weekend People

I sit alone waiting,
Yet no one comes.
The silence and the darkness,
They draw in,
They stalk me, waiting for their time.
If they smell fear they will strike.

I sit alone waiting,
Yet no one comes.
I see their faces,
They enjoy themselves.
While all I feel is pain
Do they remember I exist?
Do I remember I exist?

I will make them pay,
They will fear the loneliness.
I will bring the dark and quiet to their lives.
Soon they will be here,
Sitting alone waiting.
Yet no one arrives.

The day comes, they reappear.
Do they feel the pain now?
Have they their own demons?
Are they visited when alone?
Do they understand the urban rhetoric?

We are all together now,
Yet we sit alone waiting.
Outside all seems warm and friendly,
Yet on the inside the silence and darkness draw in.
It's upon us now, encompassing us all,
The personal demons are here,
And smelling fear,
they strike.