The porcelain lies that you release,
Are crawling on the floor,
In rhythm of march.

Their ugliness surprises me,
As they’re staring
At my heart,
As a beast watches its prey!

They are crawling all together,
I know they will reach me,
There is no point in running away...

And you stare at me,
With an innocent look upon your face...

Can’t you see,
Your lies are eating me alive?

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Elya Thorn

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