Staring out into the darkness,
filling the world with its light.
A never-moving picture,
watching the world with spite.

Forever frozen in a frame,
forever bound to stay the same.
A canvas like me can't help but wonder,
is life nothing more than a game?

As the days pass, and I watch from the wall,
I wonder to myself: "Doesn't it bother you all?"
The shallowness and the lies, far too superficial,
yet you believe yourself so wise.