• why do you call me a liar?
    life is like a cloud of uncertaintity,
    with the wave of a wrist the perfect facade fades,
    with the whisper of a lie thunder strikes,
    with the hand of doubt the world is flooded,
    why do you call me a liar?
    Minds are like tall towers full of gears,
    constantly turning until you run out of power...die.
    a corrosive part leads the entire brain to be faulty,
    is that why you call me a liar?
    Emotions, so uneccesary and painful,
    surfacing about like a singing mermaid...
    something capable of beauty but are meant for death,
    singing you into their arms to drown,
    are you my mermaid?
    leading me to you with promises of a better today,
    only to drag me into the pit of hell tomorrow?
    why do you call me a liar?
    is one as perfect as you, my beautiful hypocrite?
    humans lie...does that make you a god? i am no liar,
    and you are no god.