Still Drowning

Drowning deep in your eyes,
the lies you speak mesmerise.
they seep down into my soul,
where the truth goes,
we will never know.

Everytime you speak to me,
I see a mass of maggots,
where your mouth should be.
In a flash they evolve to flies,
and go stright through my eyes.

They lay maggots,
in my mind.
They eat the truth there,
I so highly prise.
And they stay to seep out lies.

That you told me...

But I refuse to be,
what you are to me.
A mass of mental corruption.
A master of
mental distruction.

So I go and find a hole,
a little clace I can call home.
In my bed,
of comfert and protection.
Is a web better than a wepon.

It blocks out your lies,
and not even your hypnotic eyes,
can penatrate my web.
Wrapped in my strands of protection,
the spiders enter my mental infection.

They eat the maggotss,
and chase out the flies.
Drains the lies,
and the truth shines.
Finally, back to me

...Really?...