Your truth

Crept out from under your rock,
eyes penetrate the depth of my soul
Blood runs on empty streets
and fears claim another life
Drama tastes of bitter swallows
escaping from guillotine’s wrath
Staining my Sunday best,
pressed and altered
to fit within your diary

The previous page
sings of the living…
the final chapter dying
As another book is begun,
blank pages reach,
grasping for each helpless breath
beyond every ordained happiness
spewing only the lies
you claim to be your truth