Fantastical Lies

Beneath the tears, beneath the cries,

were all the fantastical lies,

all the games,

and the constant lies were

just bursting into flames,

the truth would always hide,

there had to be something broken inside,

to lie on top of a lie,

there was a still contained hostility

in her eyes,

as the lies were exaggerated, emphasized,

these lies became one

with muscles in every limb,

and what she would fear,

is that any truth

would be snatched out of the air,

and only the lies survives,

she could stand very tall,

tell the most fantastical truth of all,

or at least try,

but there will be no meaning in it,

because it’ll simply come out a lie.