Lies

I cant take it anymore the way you create these stories in your pretend reality in your unkempt life. How can you live like this? If its even considered living at all. In a pile of lies. They surround you engulf you consume you entirely. You and your pathetic lies. Do they have a satisfying taste? Is it music to your ears? Does the smell make your mouth water? Its a full course meal with a side order of lies. But guess what? I'm not your waitress anymore. Keep your tip. Its worthless to me anyhow. There is one final thing that I will do for you. I will write your requiem because you are dead to me.