Lies leave your lips
Like water from a leaky faucet

“A liar stands amongst my white walls. Oh, how many thick coated wolves I’ve welcomed into my own little solitary world, but never once would the wolf turn against its brethren. Black sheep you are so weak, so meek, your importance to me wavers. Saving yourself, shielding, but suffering. I’ve sniffed you out. Sever your tongue, shave your lies, and tear at the seams. Take off your disguise, I have seen you so many times. The raven vists me in the darkest of nights, leaving a feather of doubt in the morning light. A messenger whom hasn’t visited in nearly a year, yet here she is, invading my unconsciousness. The raven keeps me fed, liar. The raven shows me your true face, a face turned from me, a face not so fierce, not so fearless anymore”

Red Little Liar
whose
words stick like tar

Wild Storm's dreams
crushed
by those extremes

Never seen it run red;
now
it's only dread

Storms will stray
Please
    stay
          AWAY

Oh
       Red Little Liar

See all those people?
They're real; they feel,
they think, they aren't
mannequins.
I know this may come
as a surprise, but there are
other people in the
world with problems.
And by the way, the fact
that you can't find your
tweezers isn't a catastrophe.
Oh I know you need them to
perfect your eyebrows.
Just in case you forgot,
we are having a pandemic.
Oh, you want me to leave?
I make you uncomfortable.
Never mind it's freezing out,
and that crisis I mentioned, is
at it's peak.
And lets just forget that it's
late at night, and I've nowhere to go.
Just a small reminder, we have a
two year old daughter, and
I have been taking care of
your son for eight years.
Oh, it's your house and it's
not your job to put me up.
I wouldn't live with you if
you paid me.
I had a place and gave it up when
you called me, begging and crying
for my help with the kids, because
it was too much, and you
couldn't multi task.
So now I get why you don't
have mirrors in your house...
Even though you're a narcissist,
it's too painful for you to see those
reptilian, vacant eyes starring
blankly back at you.

Am I a liar
For being someone I'm not
When I should be me?

Lies are beautiful,
With their assortment of colors,
Ranging from a crystalline white
To a dried blood brown-black.
From purity, for saving someone
from the pain of the truth,
to lies of pure fun,
that stains the ground we walk on.

And so I coat myself in black and blood red,
Making lies and creating fun,
Only for myself.
Or at least that’s what I’d like to think.
The pure black seems to almost
                   flow
              like a river
     out through my lips
and to everyone around me.
It’s toxic, bringing pain like flesh being
torn.
I love it.
I crave every agonizing minute
of lies that spew and grow and
writhe like a growing parasite.
A beautiful parasite of shining
black
and luxurious oily blue.

It can’t be helped to love such
mesmerizing
colors.
So here I spill
and paint the world in my ink.
The ink of lies,
And the paper the truth.
Of course, everyone wants
to fill said paper
with color.

So we spill inky lies to the ground
to create a world worth living in.
A wonderland of gorgeous, asymmetric chaos.
Lies are truly beautiful, if you see the creativity
behind the lie.