Spilled Truths

because you're lying inside

and you know it's easy.

because you're dead inside.

and how can you even say it's a lie?

because you can't know that it's truth.

what do you say

when you're dead inside?

when you can't tell fantasy

from the twisted reality?

what do you know

when all you know

is that you can't be sure

of what you thought you knew?

truth is limited

to belief.

you can't have one without the other.

and right now belief is the shady shade

covering the shadowed truth beneath.

shadows cover shadows.

shadows of doubt.

shadows of shadows founded from dark

created by too much light.

more or less the same you say.

fires burn.

fires bright.

fires smoke,

and fires seethe.

webs of wind.

webs of spiders.

cobwebs spun

by the spider skeleton.

my closet is full.

the sign upon it reads

"open at your own risk".

well you have excuses;

i have mine.

for your multitude of lies.

but in your heart of hearts

you know, i think.

so you dare

to open the doors.

doors to the truth;?

you'll never know.

spilled truths from unopened doors

knock you over. crush you down.