sixth sense

what do u do
if u are haunted by ghouls
disembodied souls
seeking the living?

why do pple turn antisocial?

is it because they prefer their own company to that of others?

or that others do not provide the company they seek?

or that the company they seek is not forthcoming so they would rather not seek?

or that they just need a break

from the press of humanity

the drudge of communicating

the slurge of recognizing

the absolute boredom of small talk

filling dead air with deader sounds of well meaning nonsense

all the while wishing to be somewhere else

pretending not to see when u glance an acquantaince

only to have them come at you from the back

and being forced to lie why you are alone

when in reality who the fuck are they to question

why u alone are alone in amongst the press of pple mindlessly coupled, grouped

like so many herds of brainless swine

smelling up each others' arses, talking, laughing

giving u cold stares of superiority when u walk alone, sit alone, read alone, eat alone.

so be, let them it.

they do not know the meaning of solitude.

they do not think, therefore they do not feel.

they are useless.

they are prey.

for as nature coursed it to be

the only creatures who live a lone, single star-hard existence

are the hunters.

hunters hunt the hunted who stay hunted to be hunt by hunters

...

i am a haunted hunter.