The porcelain lies that you release, <br />Are crawling on the floor, <br />In rhythm of march. <br /> <br />Their ugliness surprises me, <br />As they’re staring <br />At my heart, <br />As a beast watches its prey! <br /> <br />They are crawling all together, <br />I know they will reach me, <br />There is no point in running away... <br /> <br />And you stare at me, <br />With an innocent look upon your face... <br /> <br />Can’t you see, <br />Your lies are eating me alive? <br /> <br /> ©Elya Thorn. Do not republish without permission!<br /><br />Elya Thorn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/porcelain-lies/
