Bodies on top of Bodies

Bodies on top of bodies without anyone asking to the soul beside, Do you know me?

Personality, be it to blame; or experience, be it to condemn, this circumstance is the worse ever in to be, not arguably,

In this circumstance, I see some to still stay closer, or stand taller; some to still look wary yet manly.

How? I am failing to see.

This place draws the minorities together, ones forced to diverge, forced to exile, and thus occurs the bodies on top of bodies.

Look at me, are you my mother?

I may be, 

No ma’am you’re just another stranger.

Bodies on top of bodies in a hellscape, worth nothing but grossly impending.

I’ve seen the people at the back vanish into thin air.

Did you see too ?

I’ve missed their faces like I am missing yours as I speak these words.

I look at you and your body turned towards me, you seem to look at me yet I, with this little liberty I hold, can make up visages of all sorts, special for you.

All in my head, I shape you with my mind –

But hasn’t this been what led us to the hellscape ?

Hasn’t the “wit” of the man, the greed, the creed, in a never ending scheme

thrusted violently bodies on top of bodies

you on top of me

i on top of you

who is who and so the bodies turn us to nobodies.