Lies,
the aftermath of a bitter sweet encounter.
It tends to leave you hanging for more.
But at the end of the day,
sweetness fades away.
Only the bitterness reign solely in your heart.
Lonely, empty.

Lies,
the believer of happiness.
People lie to be happy.
But they never knew,
how much hurt will follow behind that temporory bliss.
They couldn't foresee those heartbreaking attempts,
hidden well beneath those enchanting words.

Lies, a temporary self-relief.
You lie to decieve others of what you're afraid of.
You lie in hope of finding a better tomorrow.
You hope to see that myriad of light you've been looking for.
But when realisation sets in, it hurts,
because nobody truly owned forevermore.

Lies,
cover the world wirh your brilliant act.
Let masquarades be your favourite comrades.
Let the power of deciet take you away from the reality of life.
you wonder how you can deal with the million changing faces.
Those ahnotism, anger, hurt, delusions, sardonic remarks.
Engulfed in that paroxysm of fear, you choose to lie.

Maybe it is an unintentional slip of tongue.
Maybe all you ever wanted
was to uncover that spark of truth.
But you never knew, did you?
That you cna lie to the world,
but you can never lie to yourself.
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