These are the Lies
These are the lies I tell myself tonight,
The little things now keeping me alive.
A strange light in his eyes,deranged even,
The stolen whispers,forgotten caresses,
Oxygen to my starved soul,
Keeping this hollowed-out shell abreast,
Feeding off of the only being it recognises.
Was it my doing?
Or did it just happen?
Was it meant to be?
Too far gone to care,
The questions,lingering worries shrouded,
The metal grey eyes seeing through everything,
Gazing deep,wringing me out,eating me alive.
Spit me out,why don't you?
I'll take that with a smile,
Enveloping ebony darkness,gazing within,
Wolfish glares,lopsided stares,
As I follow the dark,delicious temptation,
I wonder,were they right?
The measly,weak question hangs in the air,
Fades in the haze,
As the deranged eyes stare,
Suck my in,
They'll never know,
And neither will I.
Maybe it was all lies,
Maybe it was meant to be.
©Mahnoor Umar Khan