Lies

By Deaths Apostle

One thousand tiny needles
Jamming under my nails,
Scraping my skin like razors
That's what I feel when I listen to your lies.
You Insult me by assuming my intelligence.
You need to learn the truth.
You need to feel some pain.
I'm tired of bleeding,
My nerves are aching,
You better release me back into freedom.
Inches from death I feel your words choke me.
Loosen your grip,
Allow me to breath.
Allow me to decipher what you are doing,
Why are you toying,
With me.

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Published on Monday, October 5, 2009. Filed under: "Rage" and "Poetry"

Comments on "Lies"

A former member wrote: Good word and so true,...
On Monday, July 26, 2010, Gray Vision (424) wrote:

Definatley someone you need to distant yourself from. When one lies like this, it's like breathing they need to, to survive they become a lie in its entirety. Great write and keep up the good work, take care though =)
A former member wrote: I feel it, I hate liars too...they do nothing but hurt you. Nice write.
A former member wrote: This piece reminds me of my old self. Great times -- or not. I liked the imagery.
On Tuesday, October 6, 2009, Ashteroth (190) wrote:

I never understand why ppl do toy with each other other then their own insecurity. I liked this piece, very straight forward with good wording ~Ash
A former member wrote: I like this. I can related to it because i just had a similar problem.