I lied.
Sicking guilt.
Stalks me, in the dead of night
I lay facing the roof, posters peeling off the walls
My culpability for her
My lies of her
Falsifier
Better this way I say
Mumble.
I go to question Why Me?
Push it aside, knock over the vase
Me because I chose it. I took that mask
I had the choice.
I HAD THE CHOICE
Fabulist
Don't want them to hurt
Don't want her to hurt
To be a good person; must not master the art
Art of deception
Fabricator
I swear I tried. But each time
Each time they flow, turrets
I lied on her dog. Her dog's life. Said I hadn't done it.
Fibber
The guilt can wash away with a turn of the tap Empty.
Empty on the outside. Empty on the inside.
Only thing that makes it stop
Makes part of it, start again
