Deception Is a Cancer

Deception Is a Cancer By Daniel B. There is so much black and grey in the deviant month of May. The first to the ninth has me relapsing on everything she would say. The hour glass has tipped and there is misery all around me. She has me in one hand, while in the other she is trying to drown me. I’m coughing up my lungs and I’m getting sea sick from the motions. This boat is about to crash and I’m going through the notions. My mind has so many thoughts that my brain can’t hold them all. So many sad and ill thoughts that I have to carve them in the wall. Wondering why things can’t go back is out of the question. Wondering why I let her do it is the question. I’m placing the nail in the coffin to keep her out of my life. She cut her wrist on deviances’ sharp knife The sickness has got me laid up in the hospital. And her deceitful ways have got me chasing a fake riddle. How can I run or walk away when I got no legs to stand on? Before, she threw me in with the dogs with no table to stand on. I step into her world and it’s a black tie event. I found an early eviction note that this place was up for rent. I got proof for those who doubt and I’ll gladly state my case. But don’t swear in with your right hand and lie to everyone’s face. I’m going to stick to my roots and say the truth will set you free. How the hell do you think I feel when there’s another guy besides me? I strongly do feel that what goes around comes around. You can’t run from the eyes of God, your destined to be found. Even with a jacket the world is a cold place. What’s colder is that I have to fabricate a smile on my face. So when you look back and realize the damage you caused. I’ll be standing backstage waiting to be applaused. As time passes you’re going to realize the success that I’ve grown. But just remember all the stuff you put me through and why you’re standing all alone.