Everything is fake

Painted smiles
Painted hearts
(which are really black)
Nothing's real
Nothing's solid
(unlike the darkness, you can grasp)

Tear it up
Tear it down
(the pictures are memories too painless)

Crocodile tears
Conjured anger
(if it was all real, you'd be dead)

Alien emotions
Across the mind
(too bad you can't feel them)

Timing death
Turning grey
(perfect, six feet under)

(pain no tears can amount to)

The End

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