I rendered my soul the minute I gave into sin,
The kinds that are part of the things that cause a secret grin a smirk or two,
knowing what you might get away with when no eyes can see and specific ears cannot hear it is often totally telling just who you are at that time!

You are finally seeing clear because at that point being sneaky is scummy which now you are slime but it felt oh so great at the time of your sinful crime or tiny innocent lie just remember filth shows up over time its the grime that layers one hundred different shades of lies,buried beneath your eyes and limbs those lies are wrapped up with the skin your in
                                                      so remember you are what you eat.

Relinquish your lies and deceit so the sooner you will be set free! release it.
Unleash all that's hidden behind the brains doors the entrance to the avoiding conversations the "oh so revealing kinds of topics like ***,skin and fantasies you may occasionally allow in due to your weaknesses impulse! "

Oh yeah the filth of the sin is the guilt quilted bed you lay your dreadful head in; So get it out and say it all those topics that hurt and twist the betrayals the wickedness to and fro between two or simply just you hiding it and becoming distant because of serious broken pinging pains inside and out acidic internally.

So you drowned and swallow it down so that you can live another lying day with who or what ever it is that the sin is against or may include but it could simply be its just personal guilt either way throw away the dying filth.
Do it for you so you do not get bogged down a weight to bare let it go and speak truth keep your youth. lying ages you U.

Pain once again rushing beneath your feet
The force of the blow left undetermined
Love was right there and to not be a cheat
Just like the man who comes to be confirmed

Then slips in the mind of  a troublemaker
Taking it's hand and dropping like a hammer
Then there lay upon the loved and it's maker
Beauty of it shined enough to calm her

Then the attack from whence it once came from
Lay blistering and bleeding from then on
Then brought together like beats of a drum
Nowhere to be seen only heard and then gone

Playing with betrayal will cause the burn
Life's greatest treasure left a grave concern

I'm sick of it all.
I'm sick of the lies.
I'm sick of the ******* people
Saying that I'm fine
I'm sick of not feeling anything
And sick of suddenly crying.
I'm sick of the society that keeps sending  people running and lying.

Lies
Terrible lies.
Lies that just wrap people up and turn them into beautiful fake  butterflies.
How can a butterfly fly, knowing some day it's going to die?
Knowing some day someone will say 'hey maybe we could **** that guy'.

Death and life.
Sometimes tragic sometimes a peace of mind.
Both can be both or neither at the same time.

But everyone will keep screaming 'it's just in your mind'
When you know ******* well it's just in your mind.
A mind created by a world that is not kind.
A world that will **** you if you try to shine.
If you try to shine and you are not the beautiful butterfly.
That society created out of your lies.
And now it's back again,
Back to the lies

You've got my eyes.
Captured my heart.

As if a love deity chose you for me.

You always lie.
But I cover it up.

You always cry.
But I cover it up.

Your lips drip red with all the things you spew.

You've got my eyes.
Captured my heart.

As if all the stars in the sky pointed to you.

You always hide.
But I cover it up.


You're always blind.
But I cover it up.

Lungs filled to the brim with lies.

You've got my eyes.
Captured my heart.

My entire being is owned by you.

You always lie.
But I cover it up.

You always cry.
But I cover it up.

Choking on your lies, burning from the inside.

The lies just keep stacking up
You can’t even be honest about the simple things
If only you were better at it

Pathological liar?
Or just another pathetic human?

Your stories are starting to get crossed
You’re becoming sloppy
Do you even realize that you give yourself away?

You lie about everyday things
You lie about personal things
Perhaps your whole life is a lie

A lie, you keep on changing
Can you even remember the real story?

You’re mad when I don’t buy in
To your pathetic little game
You’re upset cause you thought you could keep fooling me

I caught on to your scheme
I caught on a long time ago
You’re not as good as you think

In fact,
You’re not worth much at all

i don't scratch my skin when it's dry to try to tear the surface to cause myself to bleed
i don't have nightmares where your hand touches mine and you're instantly disgusted
i don't scream all the lyrics to songs that make me cry because I relate too strongly
i don't write poetry because i can't find myself expressing my words
i don't scramble my sentences up so i can hide my anxiousness
i don't avoid eating because i'm afraid of weight
i don't do my homework because i've lost motivation

and i avoid admitting the truth.

It is easy to lie
About how much I cry
I barely even try
It is kind of scary
That it is so easy
Who else lies?
Who else secretly cries?
How much do they try?
I can lie
And so can everyone else
We let life fly by
As we constantly lie