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Jan 2013
What lies before me is a broken promise
I held so tightly to the precious fragments
What hope was left was tossed upon the dying
Every empty word I speak will **** what's left inside
I'm such a beautiful liar
I fall in love with my own delusions
My personal deception is gorgeously executed
I savor every word as it desensitizes me
I like to mask the bitter taste of reality with the sweetness of my lies
I question life every hour of my existence
I live as though I'll some day wake up from this all
When I close my eyes I think I see my purpose
If I reach far enough I can feel what's left behind
I'll fade away
And feed on my deceit
I must sacrifice all I use to cope
Dave
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