The common herd

Transparent gazes flood my view, people talking old and new...people talking, seen not heard...the vacated view of the common herd.
Surrounded soulless empty touch of those who say they love so much...endless factories of toneless drones...drowned in silence...constant moans.
Forever bitter of their sin in wanton ways of how to win, touching briefly howdya do...to steal your soul and make it blue.
Never winning, yet think they do  the soulless life of the greater few...the darkened side of the afterlife who'd steal your place to make their wife.