Words: Insidious

These words, worthless windings,

These tapestries of lies,

We cannot escape our bindings,

Cannot escape our judging inner eyes,

A love song uttered in lustful tone,

An apology set upon distant hope,

Do not cut clean to the bone,

But make the sinner pope,

Empty words charm and vex,

Constructed with such gentle care,

Insidious in their quest for sex,

Lust controls this mask I ware,

Words, these meaningless marionettes,

Hanging lose upon their strings,

Helplessly tangled trapped in nets,

Where only actions bear truths stings,

Their cracked and faded paint,

The mess they once called hair,

Eco the lies of this sinful saint,

Now I come to lay me bare.