Paradox Deceive
"Lying is my specialty, but truth be told, I'm kinda bad at it." I smile at you, a twisted, sideways, Cheshire-cat grin. "An interesting idea, is it not? Isn't it strange, that it's always the truth that seems the most suspicious?
Hey, let's have a little talk! I've got this annoying habit of confusing others, but I really can't sit still any longer. I don't really care whether or not you listen, 'cause I'll talk anyways. So how about a short, funny story? Yes? Well, let's have an extraordinary chat in a dull world under this crimson half moon. I'll have you know that there's a strange part of me, but I'll pretend to be normal if you prefer.
You see, there's something I've been worrying about. Ten crumbled years seem to have flashed by since the day I heard that warm, inviting monster's voice that swallowed up my child's heart. "Keep lying," it whispered in tongue of honey, ice, and gold. I could tell no deception in that sugar-coated murmur. And so I've been lying ever since. I swear there isn't a single person or thing I can't fool.
Ah, I'm sorry! Don't cry! Everything is just a lie, okay? Don't you see now why they called me 'monster'?
'Oh my, that's underhanded!' 'What disgraceful behavior!' These are the words I receive with open arms. I truly don't care about what you think now, I'll deceive you into thinking otherwise.
Yet, even if I say that, don't I actually feel it's creepy? As I lie and turn my back, my lies pile up. Today, again I sneer at tedium. An insignificant, un-reachable, surreal "ideal" has been input and swallowed up by my false heart. All I do is try to share it with a monochrome world, don't you see?
But even if my ideals simply came true, I can't live alone and mundane in this life. Is that another lie? Nope, It's the truth!
'Oh my, that's underhanded!' they sneer and scorn. Listen some more! To my heart, to my greed, to this lie, to this truth! Though they say I'm not lonely, that's a lie I can't change. A new life was offered to me, a new start, nobody needed to know who I was. I could hide behind a new mask, painted with color instead of night. I dismissed that with a wave and a lie, white-dyed-black and fluttering on the wind.
I hate this! Look at me, pause and listen. I'm still a child, doesn't that mean I'm innocent? It's shocking, can I no longer be saved? That's no problem, and I never change.
Ah, I spoke too much, didn't I? But, that's because this is just a made-up story. Well then, I'll end it here. The next time we meet, let's have an even more wonderful conversation."With that, I turned from you and disappeared into the night.
I only felt safe once I had come up with another black-splattered story to explain my tears, should you see them.
