Those single scents of lies that make me cry
are cast from conscience crammed with loser's ails,
to make me sing starvation's lullaby
and pray that peace plays host before heart fails.
And dyes are dripped to dare a dying dream
to resurrect sane reasons for decline
and skeleton shrinks smaller than it seems,
until it splinters...lifeless, to confine
a hungered need that ne'er knew how to breathe
amongst those ailments aimed at honest ways
and so a soul hangs limp, to here deceive
the slops of shit that stain bones, to decay.
As love lives on one-sided, I refuse
those single scents to seep as death...infuse.
Author notes
An english sonnet.
Prompt: 26. You Always Were A Liar
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