I placed myself in an empty shell,
I handcuffed my shadow with the ghost of life gone past,
I slipped my heart into a jar.
And traded my soul for a plastic face.

A tragic sculpture of compromise,
The truth is sucked from my veins,
Replaced with dusty reapproach.

So let me slip away into the museum of life,
Let me be your tragic love story.
Poisoned by lies,
And overcome by impulse.

Leave me in my agony,
This statue has nothing left to give but a fake look of contentment
And an empty smile.

Look into my eyes,
See the light fade,
I have lost my vulnerability.


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