Δευτέρα

Virtual


They walk with their dull faces
hiding themselves behind a wall of lies
Smiling at you while they prepare for the attack
stabbing you when you cry for help
crying for help when the fear takes hold
Counting emotions as money
thinking money as life
Craving for power
for it's power they fear
Let them hide their feelings
let them live in their virtual world
someday they will awake
but it'll be too late
Cos money and power can't take away the pain and loneliness