ὑπόκρισις

voice, the silent break
was sitting on a mountain top
staring down at your sabotaged characters
with bittersweet pity and
kind of a weary worry
yourselves; unaware.

night, the vision freak
showing all she's got
under her swallowing skirt
you all look away
to see and even bury
your sabotaged characters
with bittersweet pity
and kind of a weary worry

the shoulder you lean on
needs to lean on to another, too-
yourselves; unaware,
speak of a memorized empathy.

if only were it that easy,
that shallow, that cheap,
that much underestimated
that much overwhelmingly boring...