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[aid] => mick
[title] => One Simple Lie
[time] => 2004-08-19 22:00:57
[hometext] => Sometimes one simple lie is all that it takes.
[bodytext] => Drowning in my thoughts no words can describe. I’m choking on the things I want so much to say, yet seem unable to. I’m sinking, suffocating on the lies I try to spell, consonant by consonant, vowel by vowel, syllable by syllable. Lie by lie, drowning, drifting, and dying on these un-truths. This deceit burns; it scalds my tongue like a bitter acid, eating away at the flesh of my conscience and the flesh on my bones; leaving nothing but the sparkling white skeleton of the un-truth I told, the acrid scent of things better left untouched, and the small, wrinkled corpse of my once beating heart. Day after day, night after night, together with you I weave a web. A terrible web, sticky with deception, yet pleasantly scented with the sweet aroma of flowers and candy. It draws you in, the closer you come the further you fall. Watch your step, don’t slip, and never fall. Walk softly, mind the daisies, they are already dead. Dead, like you and I and the long-lost innocent soul I was so rudely forced to give up. I still remember the days of laughter and happiness, carefree was I, until that dreadful day. I was led down a dark path, lonely and dank, thick and dark. Alone, down this path I walked, slowly becoming ever bitterer, the darkness gnawing at my very soul. Corrupted I became, sullied I remain. Forever and for more, I’m tainted. I walked down this path alone, treading carefully past the dishonesty and pain, the regret and the sorrow, all the things that made my path so bleak and so lonesome. I walked that path alone, none there, none to care, until you came along. My shining light, my white knight, you were. You chose to guide me. You walked beside me, you smiled and you whispered, “Take my hand.” You told me I could trust you, with a grin and a wink, and I knew. I knew that you didn’t lie. I knew you would never lie. I took your hand, and you led me away from there, away from the dreariest woods of my unruly nightmares. You took me away, and you promised me that everything will be alright. I believed you then. Naïve and young was I; I’ve grown up so much in only a year. I no longer believe those soft words that you spoke. I’ve been exposed to the harsh reality of our crumbling world, and I know. I know. These things, these things are so strong, too strong for me to bear alone, and yet I do. I fear to ask for your help once more. You saved me once, why should you bother to save me again? Yet I feel like I’m drowning, drowning in thoughts that my words can barely describe. I’m choking on the things that I want to say, yet have no words for. All I can do is smile. Spread my little, cherry lips across my small teeth and smile my modest, crooked smile. I’ll part these lips and try to speak, yet I’m sinking. I’m suffocating on the lies I try to spell, consonant by consonant, vowel by vowel, syllable by syllable. Lie by lie I’ll whisper. I’m walking, wounded, by the scalding torture of the lies I speak. I’m alone once more, isolated and forlorn, separated by the web I wove; the web I created. I’m all alone, and all I did was say, “I was just having bad dreams. Really, I’m okay.” One simple lie was all it took. One simple lie, and I lost my world. One simple lie, and I lost all that I hold dear. One simple lie, and I lost you. One simple lie, and I’m all alone. I wish, oh I wish. I wish it were just bad dreams. I wish that I really were okay. - July 3, 2004 [comments] => 0 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 68 [informant] => blackmarker [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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