Living Lies like the Truth

"let me confess to all the truth
of my instinctive deceptions
multiplying with every breath"

This excellent bit stood out to me the most because I can easily associate it with pathological liars who keep digging themselves deeper into a hole with every lie on the fly.  

It's almost like a serial killer who, instead of just burying a body or dumping it in a river, feels compelled to dismember it and hide the parts in multiple locations - therefore creating wayyyyyyy more evidence everywhere than necessary.

"One day, we will be free to beg the angels
to take us away, pleading to let us leave"

This bit I do feel somewhat repeats itself..?

"Until that day, I remain prostate, praying
and by some miracle keeping me alive"

Those final two lines are brilliant in inferring that the narrator has been spared the very death(s) that in theory would be liberating.

First of all, thank you so much for taking the time to give this your attention.  With how my life goes and how I am here, there and everywhere, the fact someone took time to look at the work means more than I can express.

I can completely see were that couplet is a  bit repetitive. I'll let it percolate and take a peek at that later.

Thank you again :)

Inecho

Your poem spoke deeply to me. Well done. I do at times feel " no one cares to see our unhealed wounds".