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Oct 2018
They just keep...
Talking                      &                    Talking
Endlessly spilling out lies
Falling from their mouths
Effortless, as it were their native tongue
Like a special kind of language
They simply go
On                       &                       On
Can't they hear themselves?
Do they not stop and think
Is there not even a moment where
They wonder if this will hurt anyone?
It's like they are stuck in a loop
Round                      &                      Round
Stop whining would you
You're getting on my nerves
Considering how often they're caught
Its a wonder how they haven't learnt
How difficult is it to drill into your head
I've heard it that many times
I would rather be dead
Play                      &                      Repeat
Oh woe is you my dear
Another victim to the play
Weeping and posing
Yet another perfect alibi
Peer a little closer
It's amazing what you'll find
She isn't crying my dear
Yes, she's laughing within her mind
Pathetic                      &                      Clever
Strangely enough both at the same time
What they do is self inflicted
Incredibly beyond stupid
But we fall for their tricks don't we?
Meaning they aren't entirely brainless
Though patience is running thin
The longer it goes on
At the end of the day
I'll be gone with the dawn
Keep going why don't you
Laughing                      &                      Taunting
A puppet master who pulls the strings
Stirring the *** round and round
Sprinkling in tears of sadness
Peppering in fuel for rage
The funny part about it is
They are the ones trapped within the cage
With each lie that's spoken
The chains get tighter still
By the end of the night
It won't be so much of a thrill
One                      by                      One­
They will all leave you know
People grow old, tried and weary
Childish tales no longer amuse them
No hope for you then my deary
When you build your life on lies
And people begin to see past the foundation
Once you break down their trust
There will be not a sliver of salvation
As the last grains of sand
Fall down the hour glass
Ask yourself then
Was it worth it?

Stop it.
There is nobody left to save you



~
I really hate it when people lie and act like a victim
without even attempting to try and fix things themselves
or think their bad actions are justified
****** hell
Nyx
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Nyx  21/F/Shadows of the Opera
(21/F/Shadows of the Opera)   
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   Salmabanu Hatim
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