A mention for Ronnie.

Ronnie is just a grey void. I look at her, but never see her.
She laughs with the people on the dark train of death.
Me and Angelina huddle at the back of the noisy crowd, unnoticed, unfeeling, disconnected.
Ronnie once attempted to talk to me, but shrank away like most people do, when she saw that I am not ALIVE.
she looked into my eyes and she saw it.
what did she see?
she saw the nothing.