Genuine Lie.

Do I ever make an appearance inside your head when you're alone with your thoughts? What do I whisper to your memories?

My gaze was drawn to that mask, it hid grotesque features so well and made them into a calculated mathematical perfection. I was blind, distracted away from the disconnection at the jaw revealing it as false, I thought those angelic features could never bite, but a darkness hid beneath.I was surprised at the bond so strong that entwined us, as though I had found a new old best friend, partner in crime that knew me so well. If only I had seen it was a camouflaged serpent. You used that to bring the walls down, and then used me for motives that escape me, yet still haunt my curiosities.
You told me you'd fund this revolution, bribed me with your genuine lie, and told me everything would be okay if I just held on to this for you. Now, your hypocrisies stay afloat out there, and your voice is in a far off place, I can hardly hear the echo in this dark, dismal place where basic necessities of human existence are a rarity. I'm left with nothing but a figure of you in my memory, though at the trial I could swear you were present. You were the Judge, you were the Jury, and I fear I will see you again as the Executioner.
I never got even the simplest decency of hearing what sound your vocal chords make, how each syllable rolls off your tongue when you say the word "Goodbye.", though you said it unintentionally so profoundly. Yet, I still find it impossible to utter it myself to that cherub-like face, the mask in my memory.
See you again soon.

<3Dil.