Sprebas

There is a lie in my head telling me it's true.

But I shrug it off. Phase it out with music and a pencil.

Sometimes at night it comes creeping and whispers its honey promise in my ears.

Soon, it says.

So very soon.

There are voices in my head telling me they're real.

I lock them away and pretend Im the one running the show.

Late at night they come and I write them down.

Messing my head up. Putting it on spin.

Sooner or later, they say, I´'ll run out of paper.

Soon.

So very soon.

The lies become true.