've gone through the most of my life
beneath a veil of false pretense.
Imitating movement - copying response.
That I've never been found out is a 
great mystery to me.

Each time I smile I wonder why they 
don't just point and scream [bad word] for their lives. Each word I [bad word] out as a lie. Rehearsed each
gesture and each step to the point 
of aristry.

I a monster?

There's not lust for blood or suffering.
No atrocities, [bad word] needs.
Just a growing void.
An emotional vaccum demands no misdeeds.

The few times I actually do feel, those
are precious moments. Small bits of 
nostalgia that I force. Wounds that I
poke. Painful memories that I invoke
and the dying embers of love.

From the cleft of Venus to the shadow
of death I will walk this uncanny 
valley. There's an abyss between us,
growing wider each day.