Time Bomb

It’s like a time bomb rigged and waiting to ignite.
Secrets weighted with lies, to conceal what hasn’t been brought to light.
The query sits under smiling lips, dwelling behind doll eyes.
Would any of this be the same, if they knew about that night?

Would friendships survive cover-ups of CIA PROPORTIONS?
Deceptions wound around and through honesty’s abortion.
Omitted facts and misconstrued conceptions forged upon.
A front of good intentions, hiding fear of allies retributions.

Voices railing, and arms flailing, trying to catch pieces of these deceits.
So old that there eruption shatters truths within and beneath.
Each moment of wonder, turned doubt and stacked like peat.
Trust falling to ash, love smothered in gas, burning, at a liars feet.

See people lie, and build lives around these faux fictions sold.
Moments that echo forever waiting like land mines in a field of gold.
Clicks and trips leading to explosions of truths that weren’t meant to be told
When the liars forget, where not to step, and finally reap what was sowed.

These liars fear that day, when allies learn and fade away.
Turned opposition in dancing succession, when snow stories cascade.
Enveloping around the jester, an actor, and a fake.
The liar lost what they sought to pause, from making it own escape.

See living lies with living beings is lithely a way to thrive.
These friends and family will cough and choke on bullshit behind doll eyes.
Everything you thought was green will wither at the hint of verity.
As you look in the mirror, and feel the tick, of the bomb that is your vanity.