A Beautiful Lier
A beautiful lier
Tell me lies as butterflies die,
That bloom into firelights,
Your words are powerful inornate darkness
Electric hums of an infinite instrument
Of destruction and demise,
Your lies are bitter, acidic & cold,
Your beauty is a mask of ash, & mascara
Sold on markets of lust
Blood runs old in the aftermath
The drifting of your delicate dust
The passage of passion in beautiful lies
Lives burnt out fast in the aftermath
Of such a beautiful lier
You're the reason I feel your treason
I sit here and contemplate
My mind denotes and radiates.
This razor-keen blade, I can feel its slice
The world turns red and spins out of sight…
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2023
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