On Lies

A work about lies, written when I was fairly upset.

Your lies cut me deeply
rending soul from body
as the knife rends flesh from bone

I scream endlessly into the night
"It can't be true"
Until my throat is hoarse
And I can scream no more

I long to believe, to be pure again
I want to love you
I hate you
I wish to run, but cannot stand

You come to me
Cloaked in your deception
You have broken me
My mind can take no more

I will never be free