In lies I tell myself, I feel comfort
Though thorns pierce deep in my feet
Though I stain my path with blood
 — I somehow feel comfort

I feel no remorse, no loathing in uttering those words
I feel the anger in me threatening to rise
I feel over again the same self-pity
— yet I feel comfort

For when silence fills what madness cannot
When my mind shuts itself from hateful truth
I numb myself with the alcohol called lie
— And then there’s comfort

For lies, twisted as they may be
They’re the temporary heaven in this inferno
They’re oxygen in the unforgiving ocean
And in them,
Only in them
do I feel comfort

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