The Liar

The Liar

Sitting here in this day of reckoning,
I cannot help but feel my skin crawl,
My heart bump in its stitched, scarred casing,
My mind swirls at the injustice.

I cannot help but feel hate,
That nasty, clawing emotion,
That dank, rank and festering boil.

I pop it open and say it out loud ...
Gods, I hate him.
I hate his lack of compassion,
I hate his cunning and cutting calm ... his caring only for his closet.

Are you comfortable in there?

But I hate him most for his lies,
A pile of stinging ants that we both see,
But because I've cared but have lost all hope,
Have I only recently dared to call attention to.

Liar ... covered in lies,
Covered in sticky, stinky bullshit,
A vapor that clogs any real closeness,
A choking pile of a years deep pretending.

Damn you and your pretentious, paternalistic pings,
Your fatherly advice like heart clogging bacon fat,
Your sweet devotion to a girl you steal the years from,
Your devotion to the body while your soul rots.

Gods, I hate you.
Gods, I hate you.
Gods, I hate you.

I am not your saint ... I am not your sinner,
I am not your beggar ... I am not your believer,
I am not your pretender ... nor your enabler,
I am not anything for you because you cling and still yearn to be ... The Liar.