Permanent Days Unmoving

The minute is hard and it walks an unfit honest mile alone
The truth laid out to wait rest well and die cold
I know the method, lips drawn wide to turn and sway
To smile behind the biting tongue
Each of us danced well in lies the hand, the handle and the sword

Lies, there are those of us who will embrace lies
And yet if it comforts us we will do what lies do
When I confess there is no truth demons remain
Sleepless again in love with blood starved souls
Forgotten without sounds between birth and death
Lies will whisper deepest disintegration before the living

Lies fashioned with the images of angelic faces
It grows into a stillness and we will respond lies
Can I speak of deepest deaths unseen?
Pearl teardrops will fall from the faces of undeserved suffering
Forcing permanent days unmoving, forcing permanent days unmoving

Slicing clean but not as deep and what it equals scars will tell
Pain runs hard, hate runs clean and on the floor your whittlings fell
Because this monster begets the monster, myself and the thorn of fear
That the selfsame well from which my laughter comes
Would also bleed with my tears