Your lies
sharp as knives.
You harm my heart.
My smile is past.
Your lies
sharp as knives
I drink pain
glass after glass
trying to escape
your eyes
sharp as knives.
I smile and pass by
The record says
again and again
trapped
in the same cruel scratch.
"Your love entering my bloodstream like a slow poison," Dónall Dempsey
[Winchester Street above Thomas Street]
