MY WORLD OF TRUTH

                                            Beautiful Lies.

  They flow from your lips with ease, like drops of rain; it wets the human emotion and shatters every iota of doubt and resistance. With a misleading countenance you appeal to the inner most part of every human sympathy that comes your subtle way. Gradually everyone is swayed to see things your way. 

The tongue they say is a taste organ, used to distinguish bitter from sweet, but your tongue is more like a weapon, like a cannon it releases dangerous missiles, missiles that travels a long mile into someone’s innocent heart.

Even the heart believes every word that falls from your deceptive and sweet lips like fruit falls from a tree. As you talk, you put the next person in a position of no return, as the day breaks, so does your weapon and arsenal of deception wax stronger, like an old unrefined wine. 

No one is immune to your virus of lies; because where they lie no eyes can reach.
Beautiful hearts and souls have fallen flat on their toes at the entrance of those superficial and shallow words, coated in beautiful but fake imaginations. You drop them with ease like fart, emotions compassion and remorse is nowhere to be found, they have been lost into the cold hands of your mischief and pranks.

 Surprisingly your beautiful lies are gradually taking a truthful look, that even you the liar is becoming a victim. What makes a lie beautiful is the air of truth it is able to generate and create, it moves with gentle but delicate steps, it invades the core of a trusting and believing heart, it shatters the resistance of a stubborn spirit, just like hot knife passing through butter.
 

Can a man be born a liar, or does he grow on the wings and shadow of this silent killer, these are questions that need to be answered. The tongue no more knows the taste of truth, every breath that comes through carries in it bags of lies. How crazy can a man get, how desperate can one be.