liars eyes

a habit, a non era of life, a word called mistake that does not take away the practice of this.

you search the eye's, thinking you no the soul, thinking truth cannot hide from you, looking the eruption of it's excistance in the face, as it's frailty is a habit, like the secretion draining from beyond the mouth of wild beast, it's hunger waves not with one, touching one, which becomes two, so on, an so on,

perception of it's pleasure is the sentence of it's demise, like fire burning the blood, tongue dripping honesty, beauty is not it's name, reality bites, no sense of honor, no regret, no faith is it's victim, it is forseen when you utter words, like muderin masses, it spreads,


and we forget as the sunsets, fallen on our knees, that are bruised from abruise of this, we bow our heads,

thou shall not lie, forgive me for the lies i have told today, thinking ok i have asked, so it is given,

what fools we are,

what ignorance we hold in the mind,

what part of the heart is true ,

and through all of this, have we forgotten, the lifes it affect, that the roll of the tongue has not seen the last scar on the friend, wife, mother, sister, brother.

have we forgotten that a lie is like a disease, it spreads until it has taken it's toll on you in hell.

hell in your heart, because you are it's lasting image.