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29. eyes of the deceived

i have dreams in which my hands slowly are etched with words,

   and my body turns to dust, and my eyes into dead leaves of autumn.

i have dreams in which my words eat me up, and spit fire on my grave,

    and lilacs upon my beautiful, deceitful lies.

there are hands that create craft, hands that weave stories unto cloth,

    hands that had held a lover, hands that destroyed.

there are eyes that have seen wars and humanity at its brink of extinction,

    there are eyes of the deceived, filled with hot tears of misery.

there are ears that fill up with lies, and prickly roses.

   there are ears of the good, innocent that have been tainted by those that spill lies from their mouths.

and then there is her.

with her sweet mouth of desirable lies, but eyes of sand that show the stark truth.

    she is the wind that will take my burning forests leaves away, and leave the bark to shrivel.

she is the moon that i look up to every night, my breath taken away.

    she is what makes my throat hurt with emotion.

i wish she were mine.

but alas, i am the eye of the beholder,

    one of those which hold deceitful lies,

and the other; painful truth.

truth is what is inside a sharpener,

    that glistening, luring blade.

and one touch,

   one touch is all to make everything go away.

one touch, one cut, one life.

    what's it matter, anyway?

- eyes of the deceived