Them

Tumbling, free falling, tunneling into the endless black whole call life.
Withdrawing from reality, as if one is operating on autopilot.
Losing interest, salty rain rolls down all night
The sad little person smiles on command, talk when spoken to,
a walking corpse without a soul...
Perhaps this is how one's life should be, living within themselves ...
In their mind, the world is safe and pure.
No need for the natural instinct to defend themselves when interacting with another being
No need to distrust for the one thing they do know that will never betray them, is their own self...
Or so they think...