Forsaken Truth

In the forsaken land
Of truth
Your lies lay close to me
Whispered wet
Through the luminescence of electric skies
Besmirching the universe
With more lies

I close my eyes
And believe
The crust is not as hollow
As it seems
I can hear its vacant sound
Like a shell
Carrying the ocean to my ear

I let a tear
Fall in your lap
It basks in the fake caress
Of your gloved hand
You are soft for a brief while
And then you squash it
Like you would an ant

I pant
My bitch self
Covered with fleas
Tongue as dry as the bones
You fed me
My mouth wraps over the news
I bring you about yourself

Talk about yourself
You tell me
I take out the hammer
And with fine strokes begin to chisel it
Useless now
I have lost my last hope
To break stones

In the forsaken land
Of truth
Your lies darken the blind skies

~FV