A Perfect Lie

A Perfect Lie

I am living a perfect lie. A lie that gets bigger and stronger by each passing day. This lie has no bounds and no limitations. This perfect lie has altered and corrupted my mind, and my way of thinking. This lie is destroying my sanity. It is making me think whatever it wants me to think and see whatever it wants me to see. This perfect lie is hardening my heart, making me emotionless. This perfect lie fills up the empty gaps and holes with more lies.

This perfect lie is altering everything in me. The bigger this lie gets the harder it is to control. The stronger the lie gets the harder it is to handle. This lie is not only affecting the inside of me but the outside also. My physical body is weakening. Nightmares keep me up all night. Headaches come frequently. Anger and rage come unexpectedly.

This perfect lie is changing me. I try and fight it, weaken it, slow down the process down a little, but all it does is makes the lie stronger. I use to have control, but now I do not. This perfect lie that I have created is draining my energy, and using it for its own purpose. The lie poisons my mind with its lies and deceit. It wraps it slimy tentacles around my heart, and turns it to stone.

This perfect lie is trying to recreate a broken person. This perfect lie is putting together false pieces onto a broken and real heart. This perfect lie is giving this broken person false, untrue hope, which will only hurt the person more in the end. This perfect lie has created the perfect fantasy out of a broken and shattered reality.
         This perfect lie is what I am living
                   This perfect lie is all I Know
                             This perfect lie is what I am living
                                       This perfect lie is killing Me nice and slow