Tell me Observer,
How does it feel
To be locked out and left on the periphery of society
Watching, wishing, wanting
But never partaking
Always on the edge, at the boundary
You peer into the oasis of a good time
Watch as warmth floats from person to person
Their laughter an invisible string that binds them all together
Gone is the sun, an eternal darkness blankets your mind
Observer, how can you live like this?
Tell me Observer
How this disconnect feels
Forever cursed to look in on the rich
While stuck in the poor possession of loneliness
Cum in terram sterilem conspexeris, quaeres qui audiat quod clamas?
(When you stare out into your barren land, do you look for someone to hear you scream?)
Like a dead language
You lie dormant in the hearts of the people
Only called into existence for superficiality
Even when you are invited
Your poisoned roots come with you
The people see them and leave
Alone, alone, once again
There is no water where you live, your heart is as much as a desert as your home
Observer, how can you live like this?
Tell me Observer,
What do you witness
As the forgotten fly on everyone’s walls
You see the horrors that only come out in private spaces
Spaces that afford people the privilege to forget their civility
Yet you allow no secrets to spill forth
As your lips are lined with stitches
But I hear your voice buzzing in the prison of your throat
Desperate to share
Death sits at every corner, in between every crack of this bitter place
Observer, how do you bear the haunting?
Goodbye Observer
No longer can I bear your company
I see a home in the distance
which I long to be pulled into
For this spoiled land ruins my hunger, my sanctity, my heart
So, I must set forth on a journey for companionship
Leave this terror and silence behind
I no longer wish to be lonely
Or to maintain the title of Observer
As there is too much desire within me
To miss out on the world.
