I am lies.

Here I am again, searching for something thats never there.
All these evil sins I can't get them out of my mind.
I went into this place, thinking I'd come upon a improved home.
Crippled and demolished I could feel this place isolate me.

Cold-hearted and misleading, I was denying the obvious.
Everything I am now is aweless to you, it's everything I closed off.

Trapped here in this new location, I'm finding it hard to grin.
I misplaced myself when I realized this couldn't take place.
Provoked with sickness, it's hard to make the effort to smile.
The pleasure of my own flesh is beginning to dissatisfy me.

I flooded myself with dreaded lies, they spill through my sores.
Not even the ones who admired me the most can rely on me the same way.
I shredded my emotions into horrid beliefs that leave me more dead than ever.
Then, I impaired once again everything I knew.

I'm beginning to suspect I need the blood of leftovers.
Drinking their bitterness would satisfy my needs.

All these half-complete thoughts begin to overtake me.
What's inside of me is thirsting to come out and take whats mine.
But I wanted this bloody hell, I selfishly asked for it.
As I watched my own reflection bleed infront of me, I begged for it.

I'm beginning to suspect I need the blood of leftovers.
Drinking their bitterness would satisfy my needs.

A time of twilight appeals to me as I reveal the things I kept too long.
Avoiding the recognizable situations, I pretend they're not here.

I have been ruptured, damaged like a demon.
Recklessness to the innocent, a fake appearance to reality.

Reviews

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Sometimes facing the truth can be the hardest part but the ‘norm’, as we know it can be so addictive and more comfortable than the change- but keeping us captive- freedom comes at a high cost. Great picture you created if this false reality 🌹