Artificial

by Nothing   Jan 9, 2005


Slowly water rises,
As ready to drown.
I dare not to struggle,
Matters not I go down.

Deep waters run shallow.
Illusions are made.
Impulsions to lie to,
My heart with a spade.

Don’t know what you’ve done,
No difference it hurts.
Affection is false.
Artificial comfort.

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