I lied.

Life is always but a joke

I'm nothing but the sorry bloke

who's caught in your sick spider's web,

My days are naught but flow and ebb.

You taught me how to live and love,

now you're nothing but my drug.

I never thought that who I am

would be alone, now I'm God damned.

You're Lord Above, unseeable,

Like air except unbreathable.

Now I look into your eyes,

Wondering about my lies.

 

The End

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