Your lucid and translucent skin stretches itself tightly
across your old, cold protruding bones,
and you, you've spent years, building up
and tearing down homes
in others hearts, promising fresh starts
you've spent decades, practising and perfecting the arts
of saying what people want to hear,
grasping hands with fear
appearing sincere
but what you forgot to realise
is that the constant lies,
can only result in
the demise caused by
you
drowning in your cries