Lies

 

Little darlin'


I hear it in all the things you don’t say,


the pain that never goes away.


How the brightest days grow dark


and the darkest days go stark


with memories of who you were


way before everything blurred


into one nightmare of incredulity


when life couldn’t be dealt with lucidly


and all you wanted was nothing you could keep.


Everything you’ve lost creeps in your sleep.


What you’d give to turn back time or life


but time machine heroes are full of lies


tempting you toward a fate that jeopardizes


who you are, little darlin'.

Sascha Darlington

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