Morlock State of Mind [Lyric Poem]

Living like a Morlock,
outside the shaft of light.
Lured beyond walls of rock.
Mesmerized by blue sky.

Loving the thought of blue,
but burnt by the mere sight.
Praying for an Eloi view,
but feeling it's not my right.

POEM: Ghosts in the Darkness

I have walked in deep, dark places,
and crawled through darker, still --
gas-lit slums long after the dusk,
where lamplight failed to spill.

So surprised by fleeting faces
that faded in and out --
like visions from the sleep-drift, they
never loiter about. 

They come, they see, and then they pass --
these alien observers.
They pass with just a fleeting glance,
like someone else's server.

They care not what you think you need,
or who you think you are.
You're just an automaton shopper
within the grand bazaar.