More than once storms do arise
In the shaky waters of my dark lies
And though some see reflections of hope
The transient waters change my ability to cope

These liquidities always blur the contour
In their chance to ******, in their chance to lure
And though some may easily drown
Some still look on with a pious frown

But the waters never cease to amaze
Me at my own own lies and games
And thus, ignorant of my own depth
I drown in these waters, these cheats adept

For how can you expect lilies to bloom
In this mud of charlatans all to be doomed
And how can you expect me to rise
From the dark shaky waters of my own lies