We wake up to the world and nothing is as it seems,
The truth is a mere belief
Towards an ending that suggests relief
The truth is unknown in this world that has given birth
To lies of truths and truths of lies,
But we never know where the truth lies
Each truth is just a scrim across darkness
Like that of the many lies we’ve heard
And believed and never considered
The truth that lies behind the lies
A lie is merely a truth
Born twisted to protect the truth
If there exists a concept to protect one with lies
The truth will always make way for pain to pry
The end feels like everlasting darkness
A scrimmage of reckoning with an artless concept
The truth is always hard to accept
But is appreciated with lies as an except