Shadow Lake

An existence charmed, yet broken, battered and beaten but never spoken.

Hastily pleasant emotions escaping, this darkness is tainting.

Scrounging to find any feeling profound, nothing but shallow waters around

Wading in a lake of sorrow while the presence of others feels so hollow.

Surrounded by generality so this smile is a formality

This sadness is self inflicted isolation caused by endless degradation

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