By Ali
Date: 24 January 2001
Constant
With the last drop
Of truth
Dripped from the cup
I am weak from the poisin
It has bestowed
For knowledge kills
Just as guns do
For we are engineered
To handle the lies
And shy
From the truth
Always underestimating
The impact of illusion...
And the words spoken
Echo, hollow
For they are, once again
Without substance
And lies have been known
To be sweet
And the truth
Has a reputation
Of being a little
Bitter
So, whichever one
You choose to eat
Is up to you
As long as you
Can choke it down
But, I ask you
For the truth
Because I feel the need
To try something new
And the poison already
Coarses through my body
Numbing my insides
And slowing my heart
I take a moment
To wonder
What you'll be needing
Does the cup fill again
Should I pass
To you
That deadly drink?
No...
No...
I think not
I don't think you
Want to know
The truth
You might have to
React
You might have to
Show that you care
No, I suspect that you
Desire to hear
My lies
Riddled with seeds of truth
To assure believability
Alright
Here goes...
I...
No, I cannot do it
Even though you want me to
Even though your eyes
Beg,no, demand of me
That one perfect lie
That would appease you
That would pacify your
Conscience
No, the truth of the matter
The thing you need
To understand
Is
That I love you
Time will never change
It
Distance never weaken it
Perhaps it seems foolish
Perhaps this love
Will be my downfall
But at least it is
And always will be
Constant...
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