What really hurts?
Make sure to be clear, misinterpretation can be fatal
In the game your brain plays.

Now for me, deception still holds a
warm cozy place in my head.
Eating on my decaying body,
trying so hard to reach my
essence.
Since after I realize this, I must
decipher the message:

I still lie to myself, telling myself I'm
Honest.
And dominately, I'm the follower,
the front follower.
I conclude: in depth, I'm sort of empty,
depressingly.

maybe I'll just sleep