Ghosts perpetrate us from deep within,
The vision so clearly embellished by the lies we convince even ourselves,
And you ask why your words taste like burned plastic,
Rubbing against the back of my throat,
Burning incessently until the taste you once left,
Is all but burned away,
Deep in a casket with the lies you fed my soul.
betrayal
BLASPHEMY
This feeling that everything was built on lies will not subside,
Cut off my communication, persuasion, translation,
It’s a game you win inevitably now,
Though in due time, I will realize,
I am the winner,
For I won on my own terms.