Behind filthy stains,
All I wanted was a little detergent
To wipe me clean of my sins.
More lies enlarged,
The distance between
Is incarcerated by my own actions.
The silence behind the secrecy was getting too loud.
Fabricating illusions just to fit in.
Ongoing episodes of confusion.
I could not think of bogus statements to utter no more…
I had to liberate myself
From demons of deception, depression, lust,
The demons of addiction.
Chasing highs on pavements,
Buried deep in depression dug thy grave…