Truffle caught in my throat
Sickly sweet
Dense in my stomach
Feeling sick
I still consume
Why?
When it causes only pain
I smile as if the full feeling is love
Not false sweetness
Tired of cosmetic lies
Seeing the increasing buldges
On my diet of your lies
My mirror is warped
Showing fingers entwined
But its only me, clasping my own
Chocolate wrappers littered around
And that sickly sweet sickness spreads
Unable to cover the hole in my chest
Till my legs find purchase
Curling in strength
Bearing me away
Shedding your pointless lies
Growing in speed
And filled with unused gasoline
Taking me on a new journey
Free from your sweet entrapment
