A Body Of Lies

How does it feel to

foster seas of lies

on your tongue?

To grow snakes

and serpents

in your heart?

To cheat people

who love you,

who have put their

faith in you?

How does it feel

to be a piece

of art made

from the blood

and tears of others.

How do you live

with the fact of

being an artefact

from the shreds

of the pious souls.

How do you sleep

at night with all

the cries and hues

of the souls you cheated?

How do you look into

the mirror right

into the eye of

A body of lies.