The Thing About Lies.

The thing about lies is;
they never thin. After a while
you can't tell where they begin.
They grow, then they pulse around your
head. Beating like a drum,
Waiting in your bed.

The thing about white, is
it's never pure. It's blemishes lay with
you, whatever you ignore. You say a white lie,
then think nothing more. In some eyes though,
You're a filthy little Whore.