Truth, just like smoke, seeps through cracks and holes...

Oh isn't it just painful to know that things aren't what they seemed to you at first. Finding out that it has just all been one big fantasy. What's worse is that you didn't mean for it to be. One big heck of a brain-wrecked geezer made it all up for you. Foolish enough to believe it. Started to smell some of that smoke coming from the fire burnin' deep down that stinking labyrinth of lies. Still trying to believe otherwise. Gettin' a bit fed up, feelin' exaggeratedly stupefied. Finally summoned up all the courage that could ever be mustered and got to the gory-feeling bits of truth being pieced together. Little by little making cuts, and bleeds all over. It has all been a LIE. Still denied to be such, as of late. Again and again, the murderous truth lingers, ricochets, reminding that lies do come in all forms, shapes, and sounds...

Lookin' back, whatever's been said, done, typed, heared, all felt like nothing, now. Not knowing who or what really lingers behind all that. Why be such? At the very least, one thing is gotten out of it all, liberty. Liberty from an illusion. Able to act and feel in reality again. At least that's so much better than not knowing what to expect. Happier I think.