Subterraneans

Let's go underground. Like rats we maze our way through the tunnels, they even take us places. Months without light, hibernation, whether we wanted it or not. Some disco child, sucking on the corner of the room. We all come to find each other here, licking the lollipop of doom. We go about our business, we shine our souls in all the wrong ways, we move and shadows never leave us alone, though I know not where the light to make them really comes from.

Lost in the tunnels, passing other bodies, all of us vibrating like stars in the sky. Ah, the sky, when will we ever stand beneath her again? Some of us are further down, there are levels here. Like everything in life, people live in groups, separated, far from sharing souls. Boxes. Stages. Bitter bitter lemons.

We go back to our holes, we hide, we hibernate, we only come out to see something, though we know not what. Take me out from here, my subterranean home.