They say things strong than words will break my bones,
but bones heal while your words dig deep,
lies be told before my eyes as sinners are a virtue,
you segregated half my self and purée the rest to feed the horde who wait outsides the doors beyond,
a simple silence,
a reflection of who I used to be,
a man,
a mirage,
a lesson to learn,
a myth,
no fact,
just fiction…