I know you don't like blurry
My defects I can't confess
To appear pleasant when I'm a rot
Perhaps a happy face
If you really look, you can easily tell
The hollow hopeless harried sunken eyes
The contortionist skin, garish makeup
The morbid systematic lies
Looking out of the painting
But nowhere to look forward to
The people with unfocused glazed eyes
Just an average mirage like you
The feet is clay the ground is sand
The lights are dim, dark is the night
False whispers, fantastic praise
Start disappearing from my sight
My loneliness an expanding burden
I can feel it swell deep somewhere
Horrible hopeless moments accumulate
A frozen life of silent monotonous despair
Am I really alive inside this frame
How real is the outside reality
An insect scurrying across the frame
A meaningless tirade over a cup of tea
