In the crowded city that we knew best,
stood a silent living dead.
He came to seek for a chance of revival,
but he left without saying a word.

The crowded street - He may be in.
He sees no one, but that empty corridor.
Noises of strangers, buzzed around his ears.
He hears no one, but his hollow breath.

Tried his best to join in; indifference was what he'd got.
He tried to break the barrier; He never succeed before.
Acceptance was what he longed for.
But it's ignorance that he thought he has.
For all that he once felt - have left.

Isolation. An attractive route.
The search for a person went on.
Family and friends' comforting hands fingered on his shoulder.
This ain't the love / care he's looking for.

He laid himself down, closed his eyes.
There's no meaning to life but a tedious wait.
The selfless life, led by many.
A torture. Seen in his eyes.

He stepped out of the circle of life.
He gave no comments.
Come what may, he will say no word,
as his dream of revival - vanished without a trace.

A life alone - A life of his own.
No friends; No acceptance.
He awaits for the end of time.