065. A Lovely Lie

These nights, these dark skies,

that light up my hollow eyes

in the middle of this high.

I am alive; I am quite fine.

Though that last line

is but another lie;

I am not fine, I am not okay.

I think I’m going insane.

I no longer exist within

the realm of possibility, 

though my reality, itself,

is insanity upon a shelf.

My collective thoughts,

torn to pieces, to shreds. 

Broken and fried, it’s all a lie.

Or perhaps I’m already dead.

And my mind has not yet realized

that I am living a lonely lie,

though, I am not truly alive,

which makes me sad; I may just cry.

And let my lively tears

set the world on fire;

a comet in the night’s sky,

colliding with one last 

lovely lie.