pranks and lies and those who play and tell themA Poem by freelancejouster
speak in riddles, let me feel your forked tongue tangle itself in the effort.
tell me lies, remind me that i've nothing, really, to complain about. after all, i'm better off than those whispered about thems, aren't i?
the pressure rises, lashes out at honesty, erases any ideas of forgiveness or gratitude.
a color-filled funeral procession of a snake who no one missed until a year or so after he was gone when they had to start blaming someone else.
they created that ghost, you understand, figments, you're feeling figments coursing through your veins.
they replaced your fix with syrup, didn't you know?
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