Treasure Island

ash enslow

(july 16th,1982 / Monterey, Ca)

living my lie

Living day to day
gasping for a break someway
living talking telling lying
become all meshed as one
i dine
i die
i speak
i lie
i talk
im shy
living my life
by directing a lie
concoction of sounds
flying from my mouth
not stopping to think
of the receiver
now a griever
and mis believer
cuz she deceive her.
small big tall thin
they always appear bold
but never get that win
always a loss
of someone, or thought
what they perceive of you
i whar you show them
and only the real will shine
while the other part lies
and to my surprise
i stop my decline
i will rise.
to honesty
with myself
a tradgedy
monotone symphony
filled with untrue and superficial
Not knowing how to
decipher the truth
the reality
from my fake words
a fantasy
among me
i burn
i rage
i cry
then im happy
i lie
i live another day
pulling the strings
of your trust
cuz i must
i must lust
for living a lie


Submitted: Saturday, February 23, 2013

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