(false:hood)

The intricacies of lying are woven into my skin;
one pull of the thread, another tangled web.
The lurid silver lining is nowhere to be seen,
my logic, trust and sanity forever seem to ebb...

The sum of needles onto me control my broken nerves,
I tighten strings to pull myself together once again.
My mouth is spouting venom for no one that deserves
the crippled company of mine I make them all disdain.

© l0v3l3ss 2007
photo from Björk's music video Pagan Poetry