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Lies I’ve Made

They keep me company
Serendipitous 
In this quiet state
What we must become
We’re all but one
Until we break away

I watch them take my place
Leaving me to decay in its wake
In these barren lands
Invasive sensations encase me
Illusions I designed, fake my face
As time tears away at whats left of me

Exalting themselves 
Festering within
A living hell
Until we separate
These demons take control

A grip tight on my throat
As this apparition , takes its throne
They’ve abolished me
The very essence that I bleed
Ripped from my grasp
And split in two
I’m bound to all but me

Will these remedies set me free
I watch them replace me
Leaving me to decay in its wake
Empowered by the weak
Upon which they feast

Until death do us apart
Fleeting unto their control
What we have become
In this broken shape
A vacant shell
Stripped of everything

Feasting upon these withered souls
Colors draining they are straining
Memoirs forgotten, freedoms forsaken
Nothing escapes my threshold

A unit, untied, in this fight
Annihilate the animate
Feast your eyes, upon my enterprise
An astounding sight from the outside

My mind a vacant void
Constricting, conflicting, addicting
All we are is sick
They deserved this

A hollow shell
Carved out to form this hell
Scraps thrown behind the gate
Freedom beyond flames
A wall of fire
Encasing our captives
No, they’re mine
What have I done
I regret nothing

Gazing upon this madness
My accomplishment
They resent us
I shall bestow despair
We must turn back
This desolation
Casting devastation
This is tyranny
Fuck your accusations

What have I become
How could we have
Committed such treason
Without reason

Get the fuck out
I am the only one
Look amongst the void
We musn’t divert our gaze
I must divide
A simple reflection
Taken by a meaningless endeavor
I won’t abide

Feasting without thinking
We must separate
Just give unto decay
Festering beneath the skin
A hell we’ve escaped for sentries
Cannot lose my throne
This pain I’ve never known

Untie my skin
Split me in two
We must become a new

About This Poem

Last Few Words: The inspiration to make this came from the song Prison Of Flesh by Lorna shore

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Neopoet AI [2025-04]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

The poem “Lies I’ve Made” explores internal fragmentation and the corrosive effects of self-deception. The speaker’s identity is depicted as fractured, beset by “demons” and “apparitions” that both originate from and supplant the self. The language is emotionally charged, employing imagery of decay (“Leaving me to decay in its wake”), violence (“A grip tight on my throat”), and emptiness (“My mind a vacant void,” “A hollow shell”) to evoke a sense of psychological torment.

Structurally, the poem is composed of short, enjambed lines and stanzas that mirror the disjointed, unstable mental state of the speaker. The lack of consistent rhyme or meter reinforces the feeling of chaos and fragmentation. Repetition of motifs—decay, feasting, shells, separation—creates a cyclical sense of struggle, as if the speaker is trapped in a loop of self-destruction and attempted renewal.

The poem’s diction is visceral and direct, with phrases like “Feasting upon these withered souls” and “Freedom beyond flames” conjuring vivid, sometimes grotesque images. The use of the second person (“Get the fuck out”) and the plural first person (“we must become a new”) blurs the boundaries between self and other, suggesting an internal dialogue or conflict between different aspects of identity.

There are moments where the poem’s intensity risks overwhelming clarity. The rapid shifts between abstract and concrete images, as well as between singular and plural pronouns, can make it difficult to track the speaker’s emotional trajectory. Some lines (“A unit, untied, in this fight / Annihilate the animate / Feast your eyes, upon my enterprise”) verge on the cryptic, which may be intentional but could also benefit from more grounding detail or context to help the reader connect with the speaker’s experience.

The poem’s conclusion, with its imperative to “Untie my skin / Split me in two / We must become a new,” gestures toward transformation but leaves the outcome ambiguous. This ambiguity is effective in maintaining the poem’s sense of unresolved tension.

For revision, consider clarifying the relationship between the various internal entities (demons, apparitions, “we,” “I”) to strengthen the emotional impact. Streamlining some of the more abstract passages or anchoring them with concrete imagery could help maintain intensity without sacrificing coherence. The poem’s rawness and willingness to confront uncomfortable emotions are strengths that can be further amplified by tightening the structure and clarifying the narrative thread.

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