too little too late

the sun beats down upon this empty street
filled with machine like monstrous bodies
walking neither here nor there
though they are walking.
i am willing to clear my thoughts
bumping and grinding upnext to them
as they are washed with no emotion
no stellar feeling-
i am still
a fly on the
wall-
waiting for a miracle to happen
i want to pretend that these are my days
though my days are long ahead-
far within here!
i am parched by the stench of these uncleasned souls
as i am waning
to my own death,
though it is calm as i jiz these letters unto the screen
can you not hear my vanity
leave a message nad maybe i will read-
though it is that i will tune you in.
though i am saying nothing
except that i am your alphaomega
all that u will never contain-within!
i
will no
longer wait till
you hear me though i will
still pray that you see me
though forever and ever you will always
be set apart from me and my thoughts even
though i break from you know cause in this
you will always be a little too late in everything that you say!