“Everybody’s talking at me, I don’t hear a word they’re saying”…

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A million conversations…
As they all walk by…
A host of different stories…
Float up towards the sky…
Fact mixed with fiction…
In a sea of generations…
The old and the young…
All prone to exaggeration…

Some laughing and joking…
Others just taking the piss…
Some so fucking aggravated…
Their faces contort and twist…
All caught up in the moment…
Oblivious as he watches…
Sat listening so very quietly…
Looking to create notches…

Adding another conquest…
To his ever growing list…
And that poor lost soul…
Who will never be missed…
Choosing his next victim…
With great precision and care…
Who sticks out of the crowd…
With no one beside to share…

Any conversation or stories…
Just walking sadly alone…
With an air of vulnerability…
And he’ll follow them home…
Committing his vicious crime…
Behind their closed, locked door…
Feeding a twisted hunger…
That leaves him begging for more…

Before cleaning the crime scene…
Carefully leaving no clue or trace…
That he was ever present…
Or in this victim’s place…
Then coldly heading back…
To hear a million conversations…
As if nothing had happened…
And it was all a hallucination…

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