Long lost distant lies,
Fatal attraction draws the cloudy murk across the skies,
Why, oh why? Why does the void bend towards you,
staring deep, asking you to rethink.

Your words, splits the silent of the moist savannah,
as it does the same to my eardrums and my eyes.
Watching you lie, watching you closely,
closer than that reflective mirror you put up to hide behind.
When the mirror becomes a wall,
and if it moves closer, edging its way towards you with all four corners,
Remember this, and remember it closely.

You are what you fucking are.