Can one speak truth with a tongue so complusive to lie?

What must one hide from those they love?

With backs turned

they do their deeds in secret.

Unknowing to a soul,

What seemed true was but a false claim.

Uncovered it kills.

slowly,
slowly,

Bleeding 'till we're but skin and bones.

Unable to speak.

Unable to close our eyes.

Unable to question

WHY

must you lie?

We were fish on your hooks.

Gullible, oh so Gullible you had us become.

Out of the water

You let us breathe.

Back into the water

Means you've done your deed.