The minute is hard and it walks an unfit honest mile alone

The truth laid out to wait rest well and die cold

I know the method, lips drawn wide to turn and sway

To smile behind the biting tongue

Each of us danced well in lies the hand, the handle and the sword Lies, there are those of us who will embrace lies

And yet if it comforts us we will do what lies do

When I confess there is no truth demons remain

Sleepless again in love with blood starved souls

Forgotten without sounds between birth and death

Lies will whisper deepest disintegration before the living Lies fashioned with the images of angelic faces

It grows into a stillness and we will respond lies

Can I speak of deepest deaths unseen?

Pearl teardrops will fall from the faces of undeserved suffering

Forcing permanent days unmoving, forcing permanent days unmoving Slicing clean but not as deep and what it equals scars will tell

Pain runs hard, hate runs clean and on the floor your whittlings fell

Because this monster begets the monster, myself and the thorn of fear

That the selfsame well from which my laughter comes

Would also bleed with my tears