by: Shiryu

I don’t know what’s more disgusting – the fact that I’m being fed lies, or that I’m starting to question some of them.


Where David and Khue are losing sleep, haunted by their ghosts, I sleep longer and deeper.


My dreams are anything but peaceful.


I know there’s no such thing as black and white, good and bad, but I hoped. Stupid, though.


If it weren’t for David, I think my mind would be long gone by now.


But as I sit with him, that voice in the back of my mind speaks up.


I push it away.


Lies. All lies.