Titanic Lies

They'll ricochet till they knock about and slay dip hands in a lie and leave blood on the face. It's a pith in the eye of solitude and peace burning skid marks on a soft golden fleece a million barbed seeds from the devil's bung wasps buzzing the mind- 'till damage is done. Lies bloom in the foyer of every man's soul sleeping cherry bombs until they explode to many lies and the heart becomes rogue little white snowflake will scuttle titanic souls they're birthed in bejeweled garish garments but eventually smoked out and fully exposed naked in the brambles...diced up and alone.