Web of Lies
Though I know the words will never leave my lips,
I must confess my deepest sins.
My lies weave a deadly web
that entangles that of my soul.
My soul writhes in agony to the ease of the lies escapes,
new seams sewing me in my grave.
My friends look at me differently
are scared of what I may become.
It's hard,
though it comes with ease for the falsities that the words create.
They form a world that brings anything and everything to be true.
How beautiful lies are.
If they are a poison,
they I am Painfully addicted.
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PoetrySmall poems with no real meanings from a writer lost in dreaming. Also, for even better poems... go read Arlahndo's poems called "The Withdrawal Effect."
