My life is an illusion, a delicate tapestry of lies woven
into the fabric of time by subtle hands under false pretences

in my minds eye I look back searching for the last thing I
KNOW to be the truth....yet I can find no solid purchase...

have her delusions filled my life with with lies for
so long I no longer know the truth when I see it ?
or does a cloud of denial hang over my eyes
protecting me from some awful truth....

slowly realization comes to me and the fog lifts
there is no truth....it was all lies half truths and
manipulation.

the illusion of life love and happiness
a blurring of the obvious with lies and plausible deniability

yet to what end this elaborate tapestry is woven I will never know
for the weavers lying eyes still sparkle with mischief
as she weaves another colored strand of thread into this
grand old tapestry

it has all been a web of lies designed to beguile and deceive,
to make me believe and I wonder why,
why do I still want to believe when I know life is just
illusion pain and confusion

am I merely a bit of crumpled thread in the cruel hands of Fate?

-NO-

I will not blindly accept this
I will struggle free from her cruel hands and their wicked loom

I will not be led to my doom by her honeyed lies and lying eyes
I will not be taken in by the sensuous scent of her sweet perfume
I will not be the pliable thread for her arcane loom

no longer are we joined as one
what was once dealt by fate has been undone and the tapestry
begins to unravel with every lie revealed

looking at this tapestry
with only the threads of truth visible, I truly begin to see
it has nothing to do with you and what you would have me believe
or the web of lies designed to deceive me
 
I can finally see.....

or is this merely another illusion?



Copyright 2002 Wounded

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