Smother yourself in lies.
Cover up the truth that thrives
In ruining and changing the imagined bed you lie in.
The truth corrupts, alter perception, ends lives.
The lie comforts, protects, all the dreams to which you cling.
Imagine yourself a blissful existence free from pain, knowledge, the unnecessary destruction of loved ones.
Lies offer none of this, just a cotton ball of deflection, a life where nothing ever changes, nothing ever phases, nothing is real and everything is fun.
Tell lies and the truth is all but gone.
It's fragile place on the mantelpiece covered in dust where it lies.
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