Lies.

You adore my shiny slivers of insanity,

Mere splinters that caught in my weave

When my being was hewn from madness

 

 I charm you with my quiet ways

While flurries of words drag their nails

On the echoing inside of my skull

 

My evasiveness lures you into my arms

And my heart sinks through my bones

As my pores recoils from your touch

 

My saccharine crust thins on your tongue,

Bruising your mouth and making you run

To something more palatable