aliceblack

A liar holds his lies like a mother holds her children.
Love grows like black tar. Thick but for the short distance in time spent exhisting.
Honesty is small, and only comes in quick flashes.
My heart is tired. It's cold here and I can hear the cracks with even beat.
Hammer on ice, I'm a fool and always have been.
Take me away from this fabricated world. I know not of its substance.