o.o >.>...i'll name it later

Demons whisper
in my mind
for so long,
for all these years,
I'm so used to what I hear.
I come to welcome
the self-distruction,
the truth
of cruel construction.

Angels screaming
in my ears,
the bell begins to toll
they say they know,
they tell me these 'lies,'
but what is truth?
What is false?
These beliefs
that had led me down a path
laced with poison
and broken glass?

The Angels' words are painful,
these 'compliments,'
which they say
aren't compliments at all,
but facts.

What are facts
to a broken mind
and tattered soul?
The pain past inflicted
is all I've come to know.
Why tear down a world
I understand?
Throw me into
a land
of flattery,
of charming words
that are so foreign to me
as another world.

My lies are truth to what is told,
your words, your facts, are painfully bold.