Those Lies Left Me so Ill
Were the words you spoke
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..
what to believe in..
Careful what you partake!
For "Love" and comfort of deceiving truths-
sealed ever so tight
Cannot be so sweet..
Cannot be so perfect
Do not stomach those artificial containments...!
Decompose of those manufactured goods....!
leaves one so ill