Thrill

The Truth

This can’t go on
I can’t hold up
My everyday life is like
Emptying a cup
Always empty
Never filled
Always chasing
The new thrill

But you ask for verity
Here is the sound of truth:

I can’t go on
The phantom lives within
Two faces all the time
Lies only given
Praising you once
Then cursing the same
Both times I use
The power of Your name
Can’t cross this sea
Hypocrisy
There’s an ocean between us
That I just can’t sail
A battle within me
That I only fail
I can’t go on
I will explode
And brokenness is the aftermath
Brokenness is my aftermath

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Thrills, Kills, and Hills

I will fly.

Fly through the sky
Fly through your eyes.

Just before I die.
I'd like to say goodbye

To this lie
And to this high.

I'd like to cry
I'd love to cry.

But I'm just too thrilled.
Just for the kill.

I'll crawl up the hill.

To the highest Cry

To the highest Lie

To the highest, I'll Die.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is like a part 2 to a poem I wrote in February called "Cries Lies and Dies". This is a second part or extension to that poem.

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