The Epitome of Art

of lies and changes

i have seen the deepest lies in your eyes,
i tend to purposely close my eyes,
blink twice,
and forgotten the essence of truth

blindly unfolding the grave of the past,
covering the fragments of shattered dreams,
disguised with sugar coated words

i was named after the hurricane—
for i ruined everything,
that was build sacredly

in dawn and despair,
i began to acknowledge,
the weight of truth