Before bed
The truth lies with me
Before long
I lye a awake staring at the insides of my eyelids
And the truth suffers
It hurts to open my eyes
But it hurts more to close them
Yet the truth does not care
And the truth suffers
The truth woke me up
And pulled off my bed sheets
So that the cold of the night could slap me
With a rough hand
And the truth suffers
The truth keeps me awake
Without being alive
With her shouts of agony
Leaving soft bells in my ears
And the truth suffers
She yanks hard at the wells in my stomach
So that her fingers tug at the swell of my bosom
And the truth suffers
She drags my heart down with her
And whispers to the lie come hither
Her and me together
We wither
Forever
And the Truth suffers