Consumed

September 24, 2016
By Demonslayer GOLD, Naperville, Illinois
Demonslayer GOLD, Naperville, Illinois
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Bend, bend, bend

The truth

Twist it, tell it

Twist it more,

One becomes two

Becomes ten becomes

Thousand -

Of course it won’t break

But my hands start slipping,

Slipping, slipping

And all the truth

I’ve ever disguised

Pours out into

The glaring sunlight!

Bend, bend, bend

The truth

Twist it, tell it

Twist it more,

Thousand becomes million

Becomes too hard to believe:

Eyes are narrowing, heads are turning,

Cracks are spider-webbing across my words--

 

If only I had told the truth.



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