deep

Likes, comments, numbers, profiles,
Comrades, friends, accomplices.
Back-scratch work for promises;
A feeble pat to ease my trials.

Said it once, I’ll say it again,
Words will not fix your mental state.
True emotion will never abate,
Master and slave philander in vain.

Deep waters deceiving for shallow,
Watching brain-dead divers jump in,
Victims hide behind a revealing grin,
Looking healthy but feeling sallow.

Denial, if denial struck them,
Some things you should not talk about,
No unrest, no inner mayhem,
We whisper here, no need to shout.

Neutered mutual stimulation,
A bitter pill, a vaccine for truth,
Fine examples of wasted youth,
Inventing nothing from castration.

Yet cynicism will preside,
And blinders will keep us on track,
We will not dare to look back,
To quickly feel warm and snug inside.