Beast.
Living someone else's days
behind a vacant face.

Lies.
Lies.
Truth,
lies.

An elusive heart pumping in the dust
stone cold
meant to rust.

Infinity... this naked art.

You and I
we are one dozen lies
a better lie I could never tell.

Forever...

Is this truth?
You wonder.
This rotten fountain of youth.

Simply, where madness lies
where it finds itself,
screaming aloud.

This way madness shows...

and these lies, beautified.

Beast?                               ...lies...
It is only                           ...me...