Clearly...
quite clearly I am wrong
I am slipping quickly
A lie is a lie
until you make it something more
And what if that something more
Holds a whole world within itself?
What if that something more
is more than even just that
and is something we cannot control?
Too tired to get up
But clearly,
quite clearly,
I am slipping quickly
The energy has been sucked from me
The life force that once held me together
has been depleted
A lie is a lie
until you dress it up nicely
give it a name
and take it out to eat
if you know what I mean
And this isn't just a fancy dinner
this is life
and it's eating away at you
Its mascara is running
and hair is turning grey
and you can't just bury it
when it looks too old to carry anymore
No,
you need to kill this
You need to suffocate it
as it lashes back at you
and it struggles
writhes, kicks, and screams for air
and then,
simply,
dies.
A lie is a lie
until you kill it.
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