Twist the lies once spoken by one thousand tongues,
Of reworded acknowledgements of the past,
Recreated towards sanity,
Held in the caverns of despair,
Searching through a maze of lost childhood memories,
Left forever within someone’s heart,
Never to be noticed,
Never to be torn back apart,
It sits within the mind of its creator,
An ingenious pair of betrayal and wandering causes,
Bickering with each thought of pure happiness in another life,
Seldom seeing life for what it is portrayed to be,
It’s an imagination of the mind created by my own imperfections,
And I am the perfectionist,
And my thoughts are my minions of regrets,
My own restitution of debt,
It’s the other side of the coffin door,
Concealed for eternity within the walls,
Grinning welcome-rs take you deeper,
They take your soul from your body and reclaim it as their own,
Everything you thought you had was gone,
No longer yours but someone else’s for indulgence.

 
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