This is just a poem that I kind of pulled out of my arse after I read a certain book. I don't know whether I should call it 'Lies' or let it go nameless for the time being until I figure out summin' better for it. Either way, here it is. Isn't that good, and I'm thinking of re-write the ending.
Lies
Bleak And Dark
They Exited Your Mouth
From The Branches Of More Lies
That They Were Born From
They Swarmed Into Me
And Confused Me
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It Was Realising It That Hurt The Most
The Sick Satisfaction
That Urged Inside Your Mind
Every Time You Sealed
A Firm Grip On Me
On Us
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But Now The Words Are Thinning
What Once Intertwined
With The Inner Beliefs Of My Mind
Have Become Mere And Lean To Me
To Us
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I Can Open My Eyes
To What Was Once Blinded To Me
I Can Now Take A Breath And See
That I’m Free
We’re Free
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You Speak No Truth,
Only Twisted Lies
You Rule Lives Of Many,
Blindly To Countless Eyes
You’re More Than A Just Fake
A Master Of Every Word
Persistent To Make Sure
Your Every Word Is Heard
You Have An Image Crafted So Perfectly
Shielding Your Inner Soul
So No One Can See
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