I Buy Lies

I buy lies
they hang in my closet
like ugly Christmas sweaters
unwanted gifts
from wanting mouths

I buy lies
each one came from you
you are many
not nameless
not faceless
just useless

I buy lies
sweatshop bought
never been taught
knit together words that you think I need to hear
true words never leave your lips I fear, you fear?

I buy lies
I lie..
I collect you so I know
colours that flow
sick against my skin
words purled therein

I buy lies
my skin is red and raw
rash upon rash
from the needles you left
in those ugly fucking sweaters

I buy lies
one day my closet will be filled
all the lies will be killed
and I will fill my closet with truth
pretty dresses
no more messes

till then
sell me your lies
I buy lies.

Art: Pierre Schmidt, A.K.A. DRØMSJEL