Rest in peace,
Death is just a showpiece,
In this play of life.
We'll act out emotions,
Faking tears,
Screaming outrage.
It'll be staged,
Moments mistaken,
Just forsaken.
Call yourself genuine,
I'll say talented,
Nothing's real anymore.
They'll call you honey,
Isn't it funny
How you'd sell yourself for a dime?
Priceless, worthless?
What is worth?
Nothing that can't be rebirthed.
