Lost in the Crowd

Crowds of people everywhere
moving without cause, going nowhere
They flock to fresh meat
like vultures ready to feast

I try to separate from the pack
But time and time again I'm pulled back
Back into the center of chaos and destruction
where death is a game, and life an interruption

taking all that is, for granted
they live blind and distracted
taking no warning from the light
finding peace in the darkness of the night

You cannot run
they'll always find you
even the purest soul
if given a chance, can be consumed whole