Slowly it kills

Down my throat it goes

Sticky and bitter it slows

My mouth will not open to tell the truth

The fire of the lie I cannot soothe

My chest burns with guilt

My mind thinks of all the stories I’ve built

None were true just a spin of the tongue

Each thread fabricated for a lie to be strung

Each one makes a hole in my heart

I cannot stop it from ripping me apart

I tell another lie in hopes I’ll forget the first

Now I have to tell another I must be cursed

I wish to be free from this never ending nightmare

Each day it gets harder to take a breath of air

I’m being destroyed from the inside out

I’ll be gone soon without a doubt

I would’ve had a wonderful life, why oh why Did I ever think it was a good idea to tell a lie