We're Both Such Magnificent Liars.

Maybe it’s true- maybe the problem has been me all along.
Thoughts that may massacre me if ever exposed somehow became the words I’m now dying to say,
The same diseased expressions eagerly awaiting an opportunity to asphyxiate me once spoken wrong…
Leaving me debilitated by the repulsive taste lingering on from there contagious lies while I unwillingly infected for them fresh prey.

Although the truth is that most people prefer being lied to.
Ignorance’s sanctum appears inviting when someone’s existence becomes insanity’s deranged dream,
It’s that phobia of torture we fear bestowing upon another that justifies fabrication be passed on as virtue…
So how can anything I say be any less then insignificant if deceit is admirable whilst sincerity becomes blaspheme?

The sad part is I’m still not even lying to you.
Understand that little remains left for me to sacrifice but at the very least I will give you the truth,
Which is more then I‘ve ever given to most- I’d rather just let them believe what they assumed they knew…
Up until this point honesty hasn’t come effortlessly for me whereas lying has seldom been harder then forging synthetic proof.

I’ll understand if you don’t trust me- I swear.
You caught me off guard right before losing my balance- left with this head rush leaving me uneasy,
I’m a legendary liar- notorious for misleading myself with an inability to trust these demons from my nightmare…
But I’ll tell you the truth- as long as you promise you will believe me.