The Messenger of Lies.
A subtle song, a whispered shout,
The blood from your raptured lungs,
A coat of lies and fleecy words
Enclose us in our thousandth home.
But when you spent your last heartbeat
To call my name, you didn't know
That miles of lies and clouds of tears
Had hidden you from me.
Now, kiss my eyes and lull me to sleep,
And leave me to dream of an un-muddied heart,
For when I thought that I got you,
All I got was a mockingbird.
The End
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The Messenger of Lies., which
was posted on Feb 4, 2011 by
Amberactuallyritu.
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