Synthetica

By Ben H.

Dreams so real, breathing underwater.

False lights for a sun,

An outsider’s escape from a broken heart.

Nothing but time to rot away

as the warmth of the void consumes you,

Seducing with unlikely promises.

A lonely meeting place,

Plagued with stale conversations and unraveling lies.

Are we the beginning of youth without youth?

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