Our hearts are cold and dead,
Filled with emptiness and boredom.
We wake up. We go to bed,
Not believing in Tomorrow.
We don't see the light in eyes,
This invaluable treasure,
We don't cry when someone dies.
We don't want to spoil pleasure.
We don't see the sky and stars.
Death is waiting in the distance.
Selfish life betrayed us.
It's not life, but just existence.
Fake
© Copyright: Павел Гибкий, 2019
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