Loners

A lake of loners
A harvest of victims
A plenty of illness
Ailing beliefs
They came together
When the Sunday was anew
And the Sun was brittle
As ever, and faded lonely

She is skinny
So is he
They could hide
The crowd is enough
Yet they walked in slippers
Towards a temple
Full of red dots
And a stumbling silence

Remember!
None can wage a war
When silent intrudes
Their eyes are far
And clamped at a distance
Their fat thighs
They are chained by velvet
Pearls and many others
And so is mine
And I lost them
Somewhere in wilderness