In the mountain of lies
You've buried yourself into
I'm trying to scrape you out
You're choking under the weight
But this type of death is addictiveDiving in your fantasy
You don't know the real world
All you see is a coup of lies
You believe real
And have no idea
How badly I wanna clap you out of itYou can't see
the extended hand up
Guiding towards light
All you find is
Looking down
At the hold pulling you deepYes,dark is addictive
So are the fantasies
But they can't question
The realityDon't make me shovel
The mountain piece by piece
Both of us know
That is not gonna save youAll we can do
As an option so better
Without arguments
And words so bitterYou gather some courage
I gather some trust
Let's put together all the kindness and love
Let all acts and facade take leaveI'll listen
You tell me the truth
And let each of us put a hand out
To make a less bitter weave_Narayani
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It's pretty even to hate
PoetryWhat is the purest feeling in the world? Hate ...... How doubtless it feels Sheer and pure But have you felt it pretty ? You now will....