WHEN A COMFORTING LIE NO LONGER COMFORTS
AND THE TRUTH IS NO LONGER BURIED
EMOTIONS RISE TO THE FRAGILE SURFACE
DROWNING THE HEART AND MIND WITH SADNESS
DISAPPOINTED WITH WHAT COULD NOT REMAIN
AND WITH A WEAKNESS THE COULD NOT DEFEND
REJECTION FLOWS FROM TAINTED TRUTHS
THAT HOUSED AND FED A COMFORTING LIE
WHAT LIES BENEATH THE PAINTED SURFACE
WILL SHOW AS IT’S WEATHERED AWAY
SO A COMFORTING LIE CAN ONLY HARBOUR
AS LONG AS THE TRUTH IS SET TO SAIL
All the nights will be rough.
You will experience pain mentally.
Physically you should be fine, however, there may be cracks in your heart.
This is not a test.
This is real life.
Do you understand?
Do you understand we can’t put a number on these nights?
During the day, you will feel some relief. We’re not monsters.
I’m sorry, I do apologise. That’s a lie. We are monsters.
We can’t guarantee your nightmare won’t follow you into the day.
Don’t worry, physically you should be fine.
We’re not sure when this will be over, but when you reach the end, you will be on your own. You will look up into the stars and you will be greeted by silence. You feel like you’re a million miles away and you will be alone.
You’re alone now and you will be alone later.
This is the pain you need to go through. This is the world, what did you expect?
This is how you will live, you will think that it’s not too late for things to get better.
You will have times where you will think everything will be alright.
Is this what you expected?
Who will know that YOU are in pain?
My advice to you is stay alive, please do not take your life, it’s not worth it.
As I said, you will experience pain, this is not a test.
Like the rest of the world, I am a monster, I’m here to tell you the truth, it will NOT be alright.
I’m trying to understand the meaning, the truth that sets us aside. You’re over there and I’m here, we’re separated, showing malaise and subsiding while walking away from what made us.
I have ignored life and the years have ignored me, and the time has come where I wonder where these years have gone.
In suffering and this far-off, safe journey of bad news, this soul is stricken and haemorrhaging.
Raining shivers fall over my chest and the candy-scented man across the hospital passageway said, “I told you son, it’s just the way life is. You’re not here for very long. Don’t worry about it, you have a strong heart, but it’s not strong enough. Go see what the world has to show you before you leave.”
There was no remorse left but sinking ships inside my stomach, the captains are waving the white flag, the seas are too rough, it’s pretty bad if they’re surrendering.
Behind the car park, there was no one left that I could talk to, I was left to be a slave to disease and it seems the world has forgotten me too. I walk high roads, they’re so tall, but I can see a light at the peak. It’s the Sun, merely lurking around the corners trying to keep me warm.
Having some kind of hope, something that comes in handy with no real happy ending or maybe a miracle is taking over, I need something. You need hope.
I guess the candy man was right, don’t worry about it. There’s no stopping it, there’s no relief, just keep going, and see the world!
This is part of a routine to find a meaning to give to a purpose of living. Without any responsibilities, it’s foolish to think we wouldn’t want to be stripped down of any worry and worry wanting to be stripped down of fear.
Disease will hit when everything feels like you have been travelling well and disease will hit when everything is falling.
The past might have took me into hiding showing me a vintage memory of nostalgia, but when hope is falling, I will catch it.