If ever
I let you lie
to me
I shall die.
Oh?
Not stop breathing.
You will not see
a corpse,
only a dead soul.
Dead to what is real
life.
Alive to what does not
exist.
No life.
No existence.
I shall need more lies
as sustenance,
food for a dead soul.
I shall have lost
my appetite
for truth.
Nothing beautiful
could grow,
could become more,
could inspire
life around me.
I would no longer be
part of reality.
So stop!
Just stop lying.
You are killing more than
the unvaccinated.
You are killing
my soul.
annarino writes 