I woke up to find a bruised sky
and took apart a vicious lie
haven't I asked this question
one thousand times?

You look as if you saw a ghost
Pale faced woman who swore it true
tangled in her own petard
unaware of the smile on her face

Lackluster in the hollow light
stream undisturbed in your empty hall
you alone know he truth
that is locked behind soft lips

what can be found
behind stale eyes
what comprimise can be made?
mother confronted inside
a prism, the colors for lies
you were spilled across the floor