Saturday, February 18, 2012

Little White Lies


A heart that doesn't feel, beat or bleed, no love lies here, just pain and sorrow, no emotions or feelings dwell here, just the harsh reality of a life lived for a lie.  The body made hard to withstand the punishment of the days, weeks, months, and years, the cold nights, the somber mornings.  A soul that cries out for comfort or anything that can relieve its burden.  A curse placed upon a man without him knowing.  Countless trials and errors, never waning or showing fear.  A fever that builds because of internal pressure, external circumstances and a belief that he deserves more.  A life lived for a lie, a lie that has been told by many and believed by all.  A lie so beautiful that it can only be whispered for anything greater would destroy it.  Told from one man to one child and spread throughout the Universe.  The inspiration for all things that have ever been hoped for... A lie that enables a man to wish and dream.  A lie that has damned our youth, poisoned our minds, and propelled us into the future. 

Who are we to challenge what has been accepted as truth?  On what grounds can this argument be made?  Your right to believe is just as valid as others right not to.  Your life of lies is parallel to my own.  A lie believed becomes truth, your truth, a truth that governs justly in your eyes.  Those eyes, those painful eyes, with a stare that tells the story of regret, defeat, and life lived for a lie believed...

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