Thursday, March 12

Incept

Crawling my way through the darkness,
Praying some day I could be free.
All this time I spent fighting my imperfections
That were a mirror of you not me.

I climbed high till I could breathe no more
And I denied air as I sank to the deep.
The prize was your perfect reproach,
I thought I was woke, but I was asleep.

Now I must dive into darkness again to find
The answer that appears at the brink of my reach.
Your inception was perfect, I question what's real,
Was it your lies, or your lies I now preach? 
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