Borderline Truth

All those lies, The creaking on the stairs Glazed fixed eyes Upon scuff marked boots My abrupt croak, Droned-out by sudden humming From the refrigerator My voice falls, Pitched to the floor Like suspended in time To look upon these photos now Hold nothing but false pretenses A mirrored hope, To escape for plummeting slopes Our roots untouched lay Fuming in collective dust Along the many volumes None would ever breach Poisingly I held my chin, Towards the cupping sun Lapping in all it's warmth Knowing with just two words I'd stop the flooding dams, "No More"