Communication at the purest is a desire,
Not suggestion but rather what I require.
It is what I need and not just another liar,
Tell it to me straight as it gets me higher.
Lies escape the meaning of taste for me,
Their sweeteners are fabricated travesty.
When swallowed they sour on hyperbole,
Collapsing with the weight of their gravity.
Don’t sugarcoat the honesty that I crave,
Feed it to me raw because I like the pain.
Provide me a fix as I’m feeling depraved,
The addiction for truth burns in my veins.