Less

What day is it?
When did it come to this?
How does a person shrivil to dust?
When will the word have had enough?

When will the deception of my ingenuine smile,
Be rid of this endless darkness and bile?
When will this empty nothing that is me,
Be left alone to rest in peace?

No one seems to worry about a statue
Because it does nothing but stare back at you
There is no connection to this earth
Nothing but expended self worth

I hear a whisper escape my lips
Goodbye to rehearsed lines and scripts
Softer, the remnants vanish away
I'm gone, but only half way

While I still stand here and speak
Fooling everyone with a collected oblique
But unfeignedly I am gone today
Light dims out, less color more grey