Lie

Fear casting long shadows

Of rich whips of insecurities and doubtful pain

While destroyed time revives itself like frankinstein's soul

Strings of silken shame form tightly together in a christaline display

Each little atom is a word spoken untrue

Piling high into a magnificent web of spoken and unspoken lies

That remains tucked away discreetly beneath you

Only to be seen through the glass doors of your tell tale eyes

Remaining with you till the day you die...