The Dungeon

Upon entering the dismal place
I found two animals.
They were not dogs-
Or at least they were possessed-
For one was biting itself to the flesh and beyond
And the other was unable to close its eyes
And it stood there, like a gargoyle,
Glaring at my soul.

"The Truth About Lies"

Lies are cancer.
They don't hurt at first but they slowly kill us.
They appeal to our sense of instant gratification
and give us only temporary relief.

Truth is a syringe.
It hurts for a little bit but ends up saving our lives.
It makes us uneasy because it's against our nature to tell it
but it sets us free from future uneasiness.