Fake.

My pen bleeds emotion
from a pressured ink ball.
so artificially manufactured
my emotions are nothing at all.

Products of factory,
products of industry,
products of nothing but fake

plastic body parts
no room for the arts.
gone on as long as I can take.

Can I hold my ground?
Will I be swept away,
to lands unknown.

by TheDarkShadow
posted on 10/21/2009