21 April 2012
Their faces rushed through my mind, Their words twisting my thoughts, Changing my world.
Pale bodies pushed past, Whispering their fears and exaggerating their pain.
Faceless, timeless, lost.
I stood amongst these creatures as they burst past, each movement a blur each breath a pant.
Such a colourless race, such a colourless way.
Mechanical minds and ticking hearts, emotionless, thoughtless and grey.
Business • Opuss № I