Truth is the devil, that lurks behind our lies.
What would you do to prove that you’re right?
i’d find all the holes in you
make some more if i have to
to pour it inside you!
i’d shout, at the top of my voice
or give you a gaze through a pair of icy cold eyes
the kinda one that sends chills down your spine
until you become ready to take it in
until you beg for the warmth of words,
then i’d give it to you
bit by bit – the truth.
All this, if you vex me
If not, all you get is a smile
or a pat on your back:
“Everyone gets a version of truth;
you’ll get it someday”…
Like … death
It’s a truth, ain’t it?