The lucidity of lies
Lie like water in our eyes,
Dropping down as we say our goodbyes.
Our faces masked, we have on our disguise.
Their words string on; we surmise.
Puppets upon a string, lost in a sunrise;
Night is over: that's my surprise.
The sun is up, and we broke our ties.
Like water we lie, although in the skies.
The hurt begins to crystallize;
Never again will we synchronize.