I'm in town for long
But I'm not coming home at all.
Cold wisps of air take me away
Far far away.
Where only truth exists
and everything is dead and buried.
But multiple truths make up lies,
one truth set against the other and that one against another.
The dust piles up in every corner
of this desert.
Shavings and wastes of everything
that I have believed in.
I walk and never turn back,
to the house so dimly lit.
Where the one awaits me
searches my face in the shadows
of where I used to linger.
The truth faded
into shades of uncertainties.
Grim and dead.