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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?
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 4:36 AM UTC
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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?
You've made your cake go on eat it too.
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 4:36 AM UTC
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