A Fiend For Artificial

She held on to the temporary things;

Cause that's what makes her happy

And no genuine stuff

Can make it to the poor girl's heart.

She had her mind fixated

Onto the most simple things

And convinced herself it was fine.

But no, nothing's fine;

Cause she kept on feeding herself

Lies and artificials

So that she can keep on living

The same way she used to.

Suffering,

Breathing with pain,

And living with it.

All of it.