The Poetic Liar
Depicting all my thoughts
like words without meaning
my soul slowly rots
like a mother's gentle weaning
they tear down the wall
that makes me who i am
to see me stumble and fall
like the forgotten lamb
nothingness consumes me
with each breath i take
and every thought i free
will ensure me to break
Of all the things, that do conspire
in my mind, madness's fire
will burn inside, until i tire
And i will be the poetic liar
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