He knows, he knows, he knows

That they are there

Watching, waiting, wondering

Why in the hell

They aren't acknowledged

Like they used to be

-When the power was still there

When he could see them

When it was like a sixth sense

That had been stripped

Painfully, oh-so painfully

Away away away-

And sometimes

Rarely, but still sometimes

He'll trick himself

Into seeing them-

His old friends, acquaintances,

The ones who did this

And then

He'll look again

And his heart will break

Shatter, really

One more time, all over again