see how they blend
how quickly deceit becomes
the rope around my neck
constricting and binding me
cloudy days darken
an unusually active mind
a tornado in my brain
swirls of dark and light
passing figures
vivid day dreams
lightning and thunder
as I try to reach out
theres a calm in every storm
a surreal moment of truth
all the hidden fears surmount
filling like a teary eye
the stinging sensation of truth
falling from an empty place
a hollowed once filled space
every drop of truth spilling
Im cleansed in your dirty fabrications
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