I'm all alone in a faceless crowd.
Life is everywhere around me
But death is life's best friend.
I am served by millions
They bring my every need.
They rely on me, just me.
As if I am the life-giver,
But thats silly, 'cos I'm not
They bring me all, food, survival
One day I ask for a knife
And they run, confused but obedient
It is brought and they leave.
I am alone with none but myself.
To stare at the chamber walls
And beg for freedom from myself

When they finally come back in
I am gone. Dead on the floor.
Lying in a bloody puddle,
A smile on my lonely face.