Liar, liar
Liar in the looking glass
Base here upon my eyes
Do you dare spit you deadly rays?
I follow your voice like a map
And it leads me to another realm
In that realm, a nightmare comes to life
Above me, a black curtain floats
Grey misty clouds creep in and surrounds a tainted moon
almost completely
The ground I stand on is barren
Nothing lives but a
dead
sycamore
And the stones of
weary
souls
In the wind, there lays a hint of
dirt, maggots, and flesh
I turn slowly to bask in my terror
when my eyes meet my name

in one of the stones
Just as i lose my breath

you force me to face you
Your blood stained shears

sends chills throughout


my neck
I question your reasoning
and you reply,
"Your sweet love is passionate,
But my interests are killer."
Then you kiss me for the last time