Lie
I know it was wrong, but I couldn’t seem to help it.It urged and urged;
And spouted them more frequently
I couldn’t stop.
My mouth opened and they flowed easily out,
Like a siren’s song grasps the minds of sailing sailors
By her rocky, death-ridden port.
I feel my face mimic the voice;
Smile, pout, forlorn, with begging puppy-dog eyes.
I was caught in the tangled web of my own lies,
Stringing faster and faster of its sticky trap.
Realizing I was the spider
Who eyed hungrily at the people who believed readily of whatever I drawled;
And so, I grew fiercer within my own lies.
I drew more and more, they came easily now,
Too easily.
I was the lie.
The glitch and the courtesan of its hypnotizing greed.
I could hear its patronizing voice as I watched through its eyes.
They fell one by one,
Like flies to the cold.
I couldn’t bear the next target.
But so I lied when I promised heaven instead of hell.
I smiled when I described the warmth of redemption, instead of dreaded damning.
I wanted to go on,
But that is another lie.
I, the spider, shrieked when guilt overrode me,
Stumbling and staggering weakly from that guilt.
I clamped my hands to my ears and huddled into a sobbing ball.
I screamed.
I promise never to tell a lie.
Well, you see.
That is another lie.
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