It’s funny how good of an actor
I can be...
A liar really.
It’s funny how so much
can come out of my mouth
And yet I mean so little.

Liar, Liar
My throat burns with fire.
Smoke pulsing through my veins
Suffocated by the chains.
Lies slipping from my tongue
Like hard liquor slipping down his throat.
Falling into his mind
So effortlessly.
My words are polished
With poison and daggers.
He listens to my words.
His mind staggers.
Each syllable blazing a path down his spine.
Each letter a stab from the red rose vine.
I say what he wants to hear.
He eats up every word.
And it’s the last of me he’ll ever taste.