Lies.
Rechinant sound,
perishable screams that deceive the infinity of the soul.
They are foolish words,
in deaf ears...
They seek to redound in my mind
unable to convince,
unable to drill.
I touch bottom looking for a truth, I only find lies.
I yearn with hope,
hopes with calm.
What is the will in a lie?
None.
It's a game,
a black and white game.
Where is left of you to be light,
or darkness.