Those eyes… like stone they’re so dreary
A single glance makes death seem appealing
And certainly more promising,
Perhaps even pleasing.

Truth was and is your
Greatest lie of all.
Deceit makes the foundations of your being,
Like cement in a cold wall.
And if it were knocked down?

Oblivion would catch your fall.



A recent drawing of mine, perhaps mimicking the fury with which this poem was written!