Hands Of Isolation

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12/11/2020

Alone
Oh, am I?
You left me here to die

Hidden behind my eyes
My head is full of lies
That serve to murderlize
And substitute for truth

A nefarious disguise
Sugarcoats the lies
Making them easy to swallow
Like sour candies

Ingest them, digest them,
Reject them-
Return and regurgitate them-
Not the recycling they teach us in school,
This cycle of untruth seems to
Never end

Toxicity, acidity-
Utter venom
Contamination
Call poison control,
This place is not safe anymore

Laced around my brain
More abhorrent than dopamine
These lies just will not leave
Me
Alone

Alone
Oh, am I?
You left me here to die.

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