Your Truth is a Lie

I am midnight scribble, a morning sigh,

Created by the pieces who are brave enough,

to handle the scars that bleed

and the words curl up and die.

I was your series of failed experiments

Broken down pieces, dissected, examined, 

rendered useless and tossed aside like a trash

putting dreams to fire and turned into ash.

You still have an ember for me 

smoldering under your coat collar

You still like being sore,

And you know, 

Oh, you know that

You can bring a bullet, bring a sword

Bring a morgue, but you can't bring the truth to me

Coz,

Your truth is a lie.