Those Lies Left Me so Ill

Lies...
Were the words you spoke
Lies...
Were the sweetened words I drank
 
 
A bottle of wine you made from poisoned fruits;
saturated and processed;
with disgustingly masterful filtration
 
 
Ever so clueless,
ever so happily;
I swallowed, and gulped-
in the tainted glass of love
 
 
 
Pleasing "truths" of your being;
you poured it with such gentle gesture-
fed me with such kindred eyes
 
A fragrance of true value it seemed...
 
 
Oh, but how it bittered in my mouth!
How it left me so drunk!
 
 
Taking it, without any suspicion..
 
 
Be careful-
what to believe in..
Careful what you partake!
 
 
For "Love" and comfort of deceiving truths-
are packaged,
sealed ever so tight
 
 
Cannot be so sweet..
Cannot be so perfect
 
 
Do not stomach those artificial containments...!
Decompose of those manufactured goods....!
 
 
Those lies...
leaves one so ill