At The Corner Of My Eye

My name is Nemo

Call me, Nobody.
No wait, I'm a gentleman.
Chivalry isn't alien to me,
So call me Mr. Nobody.

Yes, there are people who know me as less.
A creature not fit for the title of "human".
Then again, they may be right.
I have seen the underworld,
The smoke-fogged back alleys of lower Behala
Where "low" is the keyword.
It's ground is an open cesspool, the air
Itself seems like it's begging for oxygen,
That's not quite here or there.
But there, I found who, or rather What
I would rather be, the semblance I had sought.

I found a woman, who would sell her skin,
For those who she'd sold her heart to.
Her soul is more alive,
Than her visage had ever been.

I found a man, who is lost in his mind
But will know yours in the blink of an eye.
With measly chemicals he can create
Universes in your hair.

Yes she is a whore, pleasure is her cocaine
Yes he is a junkie, always running from pain
But aren't we all just knaves ?
Defined by our flaws, forced to live the same !
Walk the roads that others do, for the sake of normalcy.
For the sake of humanity ?

Yes I have seen open sceptic tanks of carnal greed
The hallways of lower Behala have called to me.
There I found beings who deserve to live,
But are shackled by our will to see
Nothing but that which they fuck up at

So call me a creature, because you see,
Less than human is what I would rather be.
If this is what we call civilization,
I beg you, let me be a face in the sea.
I beg you DO NOT remember me.
For my name, is Mr. Nobody.