Theses lies are my truth
Sick and twisted to the state
Of unrecognizability
You won’t find the truth in any way
Shape or form cause theses truths are lies
Prettied and plastered on sliver platters
That have been rusted with its tainted contents.
These truths are my lies and they grow like a cancer in me
But no chemotherapy can cleanse me of theses filthy ways or this
Infected brain that digs endlessly for the
Source of hell but no lake of fire is found.
Just a reflection of dirt skin staring back helplessly.
Seducing me into being something I’m not.
Theses truths... What truth?
I am a Lie.