False Stories

You hissed a greetingWinding snakeI heard your rattlesClick and shakeI didn’t listenThought I knewThe friendship that I had with you Though I saw your other preyBe chased and never get awayThough I saw you  Coil and strikeAnd swallow down the ones unlikedThough I saw you shed your skinEmerge unscathed, and start again We were as closeAs friends can beI trusted youYou needed meI should have knownYou’d feed on me.

A vivid flash of color. Feelings that must be real. Living a life like no other In a false memory. See things and hear things, Things that speak of madness. Know things and hope for things, Things that ease the loneliness. People are with me. People there love me. If I am loved so much, Why do I feel so alone? I can see lives taken away, Or I can see lives brought today. Anything is possible here; Except, it seems, to run...

It's an endless circle.A cycle that has a futile end right from the beginning.To act otherwise than who you aremakes the reaction the same then both parties leavewondering where the truth liesbut it doesn't.