Defective

They move among us
It's in their faces
In the creases of their faint smiles
It distracts them, distant
As if tugged by some unseen force
And gone unnoticed
For ages bygone
They move among us
Silently, stealing breath
From the souls of the deep
Tracing echoes, lonely patterns
In the days to come
Dance of the shadows
Lighter than the wind
They move among us
Like listless living ghosts
Unspoken, unspeakable
Diminutive whispers cast
Upon the wind
Casting stones
Upon themselves
They move among us