I'm over the way I lie.
Deception is an icy debt.
I seem bent.
On life with your voice
Inside my head.
Its like I've bled.
And wept over things you've said
Kept untrue

A debt I've spent.
Tears never shed yet soon.
The bed your meant
To spend precious seconds.
After *** next to you
My ******* for you.
My neck and the rest
Invest in the clues
Is meant to detect.
Your every ****** move
In a fever of forever
Not yet but potentially soon