Invisible to the day,
We are the other people,
Trickling away.
You think not of us,
Though we live beneath your feet.
Out of sight,
Out of mind.
Out of life,
Out of time.
The creepers and snatchers,
The diggers and watchers,
The lost folk,
The desperate folk,
The cunning despicable ones.
Not a single curious face,
Peers down from the heavens.
Not one eye breaks through the clouds,
To see the world below.
Think not of us as evil.
Only as the different ones.
The skulking ones,
That you may not know of,
And if you did,
Made to forget us,
For the sight of us would send you mad.
"I just can't live without it, I don't want to think about it." Alice Cooper
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