lying awake undercover
she questions the purpose of the way
the day shifts from
utter happiness to just pretend
losing a friend
strangled by selfishness and dishonesty
when the real importance is love
she can't master the art
alone, weeping until the sounds disappear
reality will never take you
I'm a hostage to the culture
to my thoughts and their desires
wasting away as opportunity passes
nothing left to lose, nothing to protect
cherishing every last second
until each day begs her to stay
shivering and alone
but what can be done?