The Lies Poem by Tom Buthkil

The Lies

The candle burns upon your heart
When I shed tears we fall apart
Smell of tearing sight
Breaks when deep water lose the fight
Autumn leaves hit the ground
Starts a song that makes no sound

Mother cries when I break free
Fears of thoughts that we won't see
What men had was strong enough
So weak that it starts to laugh
Now comes a slave to hit
She is the one who keeps it lit

Scars in mind won't come to peace
You just won another piece
The red roses fell in a day
Now the child starts to play
Blood rushes like the wind
Warm hands left hours spend

Just before that liar cries
It's the sad father that dies
Before the cold sea will arise
You will scream from all the lies
Standing aside throughout the night
Awaiting for the flashing light

Wildest scream runs into your head
While the poison had left the chest
The floor has become a red sand
Here is the last sight of all the land
Your life has dropped on the ground
Now starts a song that makes a sound