Deception, a sweet nectar for liars,
pleasant to the taste,
an addiction sublime.
Denial, the nectar consumed.
Empty inside
the addict emerges
As false realities collide
Truth, ignored deep in the mind.
Numb to the core.
Desperate for a fix.
Grasping the habits of before.
Static, unwilling to address the root
deeply buried.
Love from the deceived,
the crutch of comfort by which he's carried.