A Twisted Noise

Just bodies. And all I see are zombies. Dead, empty souls, walking around me. None of them have a light to spare. But they all have a spark. Something that keeps me close, interested in their life. Yet, they're not alive. Just a walking waste of time.
With too much time to spare, we don't have enough to explain it all. Just give me a short response, like on a middle school essay. A swift reason way, you don't sleep at night. You cover up the sky, you refuse to be behind. In the distance, you'll realize, you were left behind a long time ago. Alone in a crowded room, packed with the lost days of everyone, you'll cry alone. It's kind of funny how we all cry with you, yet you'll never notice. Why?
You're a dead, vacant soul.Cursed to pretend that you own the warmth of a human being. But you should know, none of us seem to have a soul anymore. I don't know where they go. Maybe there's a place, just outside of Texas, where no one knows, no one goes, where the souls of all the world's children run and hide from the woes.
Let's keep it simple. In my eyes, it's all like a piano. With a little help, some of the notes seem to ring in harmony for hours, even days. But once left alone for too long, they'll never sound the same. Twisted, aching noise, no longer worthy of an ear. And you'll just let it fade. It's been a long hard day, it's time to rest. And once again, that light will be forgotten.

We all want to be remembered. In trying so hard, we make ourselves so forgettable. Almost desperate. Borderline reject. I'm still waiting. I have been for most of my life. Waiting for the sun to rise and spill rays of light into this black tunnel. Waiting for the day, when we can pull that cloud back and see how beautiful the sky has been. And how selfish we have been, to hide such a light, just so we could shine a little more.
Instead of worrying if the zombies around us are listening, maybe we should just let ourselves ring, loud and beautiful. Someone with a heart will hear you, and from then on...
You'll never be alone.
But that's just a theory.