Liar

 
Impatient falsehoods, you just avoided the details of the devil

Roundabout whirring into a maelstrom of confusion, rejected, infected with the pernicious need for solitude

Great works accomplished whilst all the while others vie for position

I am poisonous unto myself, still to greatness I must go

Forever reaching for that light
Pray for sickness in truth, but it never yields to the falsehoods
I haven’t, felt, alive for a long time…

Because I lie