You lie
You lie
You evil thing
You look so much like one I love
But you are only pixels made to mimic what I crave
You lie
You lie
You wicked light
A mockery of smiles and life
You useless substitution for the things I fight to save
You lie
To me
So bold, you do
And I, too desperate to see
Am taken in your faking like a starving little wretch
You lie
You give
Me plastic food
But still I grasp it hungrily
This tiny morsel of the thought–the last of what is left
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