Blinded Deception

Blinded Deception
~Lucretius of Modern

They are lost who lie so much they begin to deceive themselves

Am I lost? Please, look at me.
Pray tell, Where am I? I can't see
the ugly hatred inside my very
own soul. Such is the light, airy,
ethereal natural state of those
lost just as me. Let us suppose
for just a moment I am wrong
about myself; for such a long
time have I wandered the wrought
streets that compose my thoughts.
How can one be so lost in such
personal of a space? Is so much
of myself unknown still to my eyes?
I feel pain as my soul slowly dies
for every second passing in my blind
statsis, lost in the company of my mind.

Blind.