Loading...

I Lie my Sorrows

I lie with no intent, I lie my sorrows
Tomorrows not dawned,
dusks without nights
I lie for being pawned
I lie for pity of lost witty,
Lie for reshaping reality
Unveracity readapted,
From a sad actuality
 
Pitious lies are uncovers and disguises
Lies may be sympathies or tynanies
As undefinable as truth
Or the essence of youth
 
Sculpture of a manipulation
Becomes the soul of a nation
This throne, spines of spikes
These fruitful vines, may, though,
Ferment into sweet spirited wines.
Other works by M Genth...



Top