Simply Alone

Stuck in a house filled with smoke, people with their red eyes staring everywhere. The look in their eyes, so desolate and bare, filled with an oblivious aura to be determined. Laughing drunks, talking about very non-conservative subjects. Mindless pigs, there is a nice line that I would like to live on between the two, conservative and liberated. But, so many people choose the extremes, and I just like to stay in the middle. I love how everything is so disgusting now, the whole world, destroyed. I feel alone with nothing around me. These people are obnoxious, the place is filled, but everything almost everyone feels empty. They are disturbed, they don't mean anything. I love this place, and I love the people, it's just that sometimes, I just feel simply alone.