Bed of Lies

May 8, 2006

Bed of Lies

Tangled up in you
You’re tangled up in me
We lay silently in a bed of lies

Swimming in my fear
And drowning in my tears
I can’t help but to continuously cry

Even if a speck of hope lays between my legs
I will try and stretch them out
Fit every square into a circle peg

I painted a picture of us
And hung it high in my heart
All the colors started to drip
And the binding ripped apart

I reached for the sewing box
And was in complete despair
All of the thread had fell through the cracks
And none of the needles were there

I changed from pointillism to impressionistic
I thought if I altered my perception
Things would turn out more realistic

I ran into problems when I started to draw
I ran out of ink and noticed a bunch of flaws
As I examined more clearly
I was in shock to find
All of the damage was surely mine

Blinded by your lies
I ate them all up
I began to ask for seconds
And hadn’t yet had enough

I dove in head first into the shallow end
I cracked my head upon cement
And truly lost a friend
Blood began pouring from my skull
And like I had expected
We had become null

Sans you,
Sans me
My blood carried me to euphony

And although salvation is stretched before my eyes
I’d rather be ignorant
And love you
In your bed of lies