Filthadelphia Night Owl

I have the desire to move 

Move to the side to the fringes 

Only to be confronted by a mass 

A mass of humanity swarming down upon us 

They were not accustomed to the numbers 

They were lost amongst the others

The sea of people suffocating their senses

Escaping into the tunnels only to sit smothered by a man who's just pissed his pants