Tears Of The Rose

Walking lies

We are, but walking lies
Nothing more, nothing less
Liars lying to masked lies,
Lying with layers upon layers
Of neither black nor white but grey
Lies that blur the boundary of truth
Lies that become truth
Lying to ourselves

Turning and seeing only lies
Twisting and tangling in lies
Drowning and desperate in lies
Are lies, nothing more than lies?
Lies that we tell, hurting us more
Than the ones we tell, engraving
Sins, countless and never-ending,
That we repent, perhaps not, and still
We lie, continuously, a cycle of hurt?
Or do we cling to these lies we tell
Like a drowning man grasping a straw
Lies, our salvation? Nothing more
Than a means for our selfish souls
To try to breach the chasm of lies
Attempting to seek truth in lies.
And there lies the lie:
No truth is found in lies

For every step we take, we lie
For every breath we take, we lie
Though the truth speakers may preach
Of their innocence and their purity
But that itself is a lie
What we perceive lies, they perceive truth
What we think truth, they think lies
Ah, the irony of lying to thy self
Who is right, neither are wrong
And the simple answer lies in the perception of lies
For only the best liars see through lies
That the worst liars tell

Lies are mirages
Optical illusions, tricking the eye
Lying to the senses
They lure us with false promises
A jewelled juicy fruit amid a desert
They memorize us with high hopes
Sparkling water despite the scorching sun
And what do we obtain in the end?
Our hands scalded by smouldering sand
Grasping for unreachable things
Straining, stretching so desperately
Towards that lie which has chained us
Like dogs to a master, we rely solely
On the lies, like sustenance,
And still struggling, still chained
To the dream of paradise.

Empty lies and hollow hopes
Hollow lies and empty souls
The living may lie with all their heart
Those who live may conjure lies
The alive may craft magnificent lies
But those lies will suffocate them
Drag them down, down to mud
Muddied crowns and sullied spirits
Broken husks of souls, filled to brim
Flowing, overflowing with lies
Til their last breath, tis their last lie
For
The dead tell no lies

We are nothing more
Than walking lies
And this is nothing more
Than a lie told by a liar