Potent Lies.

[rewiiired]

I smell the potency of your lies
as you hide your face behind a line.
Throw your net right through

just to catch and suck me dry,
to justify your paranoia,
to corner me just to

demand my hands in the air,
the hands you assume to
be dripping crimson,
but they're clean as a whistle,
its only you seeing red

in the delusion you're in the dark
when the truth is there's
nothing there to see,
nothing.

Dragging your heavy shadow,
projecting your insecurity onto me.
Turn your insides outside.
Why should it bother me any?

You hide behind a mask,
a line, trying to see right through
a face you can't seem to trust
bearing eyes that see
straight into you.

I could let you see
that I'm not blind,

but why
spoil the fun,
why not
waste some time?