Its called lying..

The intoxicating release of a betrayed human.

To walk the silence of deception is to face a greater fear. Words are like dagas murdering hope. Lies.. sweet lies, they kiss your lips with most tenderness, they slip...right through your defenses and poison like morphine your better judgement. You're numb now.

And everything heard is like perfume in the air... flowers fall from a red sky with clouds of different shapes. Such fantasy is the world when you're blind. Pain is a myth and there is a potion for everything. To give away our secrets and let life explore our insides, that's just us begging to die, with acid words slipping down our throats, bare flesh exposed and broken.

We are nothing but puppets pulled by fate.And here I am, smiling with my broken smile, small and discreet, thinking of all the times I let myself sleep... dream on into a tunel of passions, needs and the humanly desire for the extraordinary.. that I lifted a human in a pedestal, on my head...

I lifted high and held him strong, I closed my eyes to the world and opened them to him.. so he cuts me inside with his words of pity, truthful seemingly. I am such a dreamer.. I am floating above of all them. I believed and was deceived.

The only soul I made mine was the last drop to break my glass... who would've imagined this fire would burn me... me.. his precious love..