As of recently
A truth has come to light.
That with the lies,
Come a thousand flies
and the sour odour of vultures.

The scavengers.
They pick and pull at the  bloodied carcass
That was my story,
Pulling free from it's tethered mooring
That was my lying mouth.

Do we really understand
Why we lie and deceive?
When really, it'd be better,
If we left the fetter
And cage of deceit,

Behind.
Alone.
Where it can do no more  grievous harm.