The Darkness shines blinding me,
As I stand in a room of green blue ecstasy
Confined and alone in a crowd so thriving,
As if I where watching them all, from inside a glass box
Beyond grey

People move instinctively as if I weren't there,
The low pulse and beat running through them
(Morality is a word)
Deluded by their intake of the chemical mixing with the mind,
(Instinct is life)
The beasts overwhelmed

Beyond grey, Numb to our existence,
Watching you move on
It's not the same, I feel your persistence
Am I alone?

Breasts exposed and pushed to arouse temptation,
The urges of the animals wanting a taste
Acting on instinct rather than debating the effect,
The pulse rushes and teases the cause