The Truth


To let go, is to let go of you
My heart, my very soul
But to hold on is futile
When all that you knew are lies
Things have been said
In words of hollowed and deprived
Truth is far in the distance
Only a flitting light
What will come next is still to be written
But one thing I know for sure
To let go of you
You, who have my heart, my soul
Will be my prison for all time
For the moment I speak the truth
Time will stop, for me
The one who told you lies
Entomb in my self made prison
Forever in silence I will lay
Until the end of all time

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