(no subject)
Lies told to make errors go away,
Or make things seem better that way.
But the sins still waltz in a façade.
Innocence may be at fingertips,
But the soul still weeps
For all the wrongful deeds
Done for the known crests.
Unseen scars framing life
In a thorn rimmed frame,
Shown only in spoken tale.
But the tale is barren,
Leaving scars to open
And memories to unfasten.
Warnings go unheard,
Mistakes left to recur.
\Life, a hell we completed.