Audience Of One

An audience of one

Committing acts of violence

Towards the rising sun

Without a knife, or bullet

Because money is no object

Its a nasty kind of fun

Made notes to myself

To get over what I needed

To resolve, wrote down

On the bulletin board

I'm way too uninvolved

In a world that revolves

I'm an audience of one

Trying to calm my mind

Trying to steady the hands

Out of touch with the times

An audience of one

Lagging further behind

But I'm watching for subtle

Clues, my eyes are glued

On all of you, fixated

You might say

On the minutia

Of  wasting away

Our days

The garbage is filing

My heart, I dump it

On the curb, toxic swamps

I step through, in an

Environment for the disturbed

You cannot conserve

All you can't preserve

Is a man undone

Something you deserved

I'm an audience of one

With blinding speed

My mouth runs

I'm an audience

Of one, but

Zero is my ideal sum