Perfect Lies

by Bella   Nov 29, 2006


Drowning in your perfect lies
surrounded by this pain you call
love.
It's killing you slowly and you don't even notice.
But I see how consumed you are by it.
It's fascinating,
to see someone dying from the inside out.
Oh, how this pain is your only pleasure,
that you die to live,
and that you give up to hold on.

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