Liar

I can watch myself detach from the world around me

I still miss moments

I find myself attempting to gather up previous shots that never even developed

The increased awareness connects the cord

I zone in on the grip,

Follow it down a well

Here, is where you find the poison

Here, is the part of me that has rotten

The twisted up anger and despair expand and contract

It lives…

It’s all lies

That’s the dream and the fear

Nothing ever was what it seemed

Secrets hid in the shadows

After hours, in the silence of my screams

Truths at the tip of my tongue, ready to launch

But held back by teeth

I’ve always been a good listener, great observer

I watch the different versions play around me

Changing their hues from scene to scene

My soul roams from space to space

Seeking something real

Something to attach to

Connect with…

Survival has always been about catching the lie. This game doesn’t send you back to your last saved spot. You guess wrong, you die. I fear lies, liars…

They’re not safe… They’re dangerous. Unpredictable and out of control.

This, this is why my mind isn’t safe

I’m the collector

Collector of stories I hide within me

Deep in a well

So ask me if I’m fine

I’m a liar