Forgotten sight

[Universalchild]

The grey, blacked-out, path of a thousand followers,
Thousand, million voice the facts, opinions thrown to the side of them. I think it would be better to be vague with the numbers rather then say thousand or million. Or at least stick with one or the other!
Stars chucked across black out skies;
Meteors, shooting stars, cast back down to earth;
Ripped from hollow headed mantels, hacked from orange damsels, far from distress, Good imagery, interesting.
The popular life, kids, mass-producers, controlled through made up, fantasized realisms, Although I totally agree with the sentiment, I think it could be rephrased a little better.
Thrown with cigarettes, thrown with joints, thrown with drugs,
Torn from worn televisions with pictures of hallucinating public statues and tragic stories; Really good imagery, and good repetition.

Lost boys with only a companion to the left and right, ridiculed by attractive organisms. I think this sounds a bit whiney and petty.
Forgotten with wars, visionaries and slavery,
Wasted youth, deteriorated from birth, the scolding mark in their mind, scaring them from loving, feeling and forgetting. Great line, good use of a cliche.
Wondering only in solitary packs, two or three at a time,
Called from non-existing phones, bursting with false friendships,
Only the laughter that comes from the pen, the ink that flows through naked bodies as red blood and memories,
Caught in safety nets which only exist in the imagination
Life’s which should be lived in day number one, not two,
Intimacy, romanticism, subsistence to the fashioned, crowd-pleasing, tasteless public's, I think it would be better as just tasteless public.
To where contemporary fools flush in hands full of insignificant and hopeful oblivion's.
Plucked from suburban prying hands,
Only to be thrown, chucked, abandoned,
Put out, rotting, the flesh of a thousand running down the iced out rivers,
Dead.

Great read, thanks a lot.