Living Lies like the Truth

Bent on raw, bloody knees
let me confess to all the truth
of my instinctive deceptions
multiplying with every breath
Forgive me my trespass each moment
of lying to the truths of my soul
Placating myself with anesthetics
smothering, deadening, silencing
Hush, sweet soul mine, itís not yet time
to show the world our constant penitence
No one cares to see our unhealed wounds
so we pretend we weep for joy and smile
One day, we will be free to beg the angels
to take us away, eternal soul forever free
Until that day, I remain prostate, praying
and by some miracle keeping me alive
Written by inechoingsilence
Published | Edited 19th Jan 2023
Author's Note
A lot of bits and pieces that were in the air that came together into this piece. Also for the competition 'tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies'.
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