Your Facade

In the faucet of life
I drink
Watch, the relationship never quenched
I am starving for more, but my throat is dry.
Cracked, the liquid like alcohol
running down my fresh wounds.

Iscariot you were to me, and abandonment

My wounds were my lessons
your water, once sweet, my salvation
the alcohol you bind us with now
Why?

The disloyal thief betraying another

You, the mighty wall
Cascading over me
but only I can see...

The world?

They see you strong
the woman at the base of your monstrosity admires it.

The water, acidic from your stony core
bleeds into purified thoughts of you.

We are lions no more.