If lies can hurt us like the burning of flames,
Then we are all weak.
No-one can really comprehend how agonizing it is.
To know something is wrong,
But never finding a solution to do something right.
But this fire,
These flames.
They will only start to grow bigger,
Engulf you in your makeshift nirvana.
As Death's dagger comes into connection,
Leaves you falling from submission.
As we try to carry on and pay no more attention to detail,
We watch as the men fight,
As the men slaughter themselves with words and punches.
As the scream of children go silent forever,
As the light from God grows dimmer and dimmer,
I ask you again.
If it's the lies that kill us and make us all weak,
Or is the truth blinded that makes us too weak to carry on.
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It Was All A Blur
PoetryA collective piece of poems I've created. Mostly as a way to cope with my all time lows but to fine some happiness inside myself. There will be 9 total poems and then this will be over. Follow some dark times and lows in my life.
