COMPULSIVE LIAR: A POEM
COMPULSIVE LIAR: A POEM In shadows where truth seldom dares to tread, Lives a breed of souls, their hearts unfed, Compulsive liars, in their web they spin, A tale so grand, it masks their sin. Habitually they weave lies so fine, It's their second skin, cloaks that shine, In every word, deceit they weave, A truthless dance, own soul they deceive. Even where honesty would suffice, They mask their hearts in falsehood's guise, A self-serving nature, their guiding star, In relationships, they leave a scar. They inflict on bonds, a poison's breath, Trust erodes, as their tales stretch, The beauty of truth, they've long forsaken, In their world, lies are the only token.