Eyes searching desperately for answers I do not have
I cannot give,
Won't give.
The resonance of pain too much
Can't filter it,
Even endurance groans heavily at the need to press on
Illusions cast shadows all the time
You pick the ones you want,
Like,
Desperately need.
You believe them,
Questioning them gently,
till you fool yourself with plausible reasons.
You won't go to the core,
You're afraid of what lives there.
Taunting with its pretty whitewashed name
Nightmares parading as daydreams
Its the perfect master of deception
No one escapes it
It knows you so intricately,
Where every seed of doubt remains unwatered
twisting every nerve given to compulsion,
Deftly it hides you amongst the comfortable lies.
Applause,
Bravo,
A standing ovation
The illusuionst,
every slight of mind, sheer perfection!
What need is there of our pretty sunbleached truth
When you are your own masterful pretty little liar.
Now look what you've done,
Made your cake of clotted fears and twisted fruits
A recipe for disaster
Shhhh,
Mastermind of the tears of one.
Has a nice ring to it,
Don't you think?