Lies

Where is the face I used to know
the warmth and glow of a knowing embrace
a facade in written poetry and rhyme
a song destined to linger in my spine
while he screams in all these things that could have been
wasted in all that was mistaken
this song never ends as he plays it to me over again
hides me in the dreams he was made to create

Where is the man who never really was
who resurfaces above my muddy lake
wearing different colors each time
but eventually fading to black
just like his song says

Carry me into a cry so blue
Take my red blood drops to his lips
Fade a bright smile to a sour yellow
mark me with purple bruises
The green he wears greedily breathes
gray, gray, gray until it makes
the hazel sparkle in his eyes a cry
that can never take back all he lied