Wednesday.

it was only the illusion of something beautiful.
like a mask over a deep crack in the earth,
you fooled me with everything in your heart.
was it a developing plan to drag me inside,
or merely a scheme of last minute timing?
maybe i was only helping you in your trick,
turning myself into the constant lies all along.
how could i have bothered to believe your tales
when your lips showed the filth residing within?