Lies are like ice in the middle of the ocean they melt eventually never quite whole they never seem to last long and they hurt others I know everyone lies and some lie more than other for ice lies too it holds history like you hold trust till someone gives you a price to melt it stays solid till broken by knives or heat like words and rumors you believe there lies like a lamb to slaughter and work to be popular like slaves to be free you gnash cut and claw to make the pain stop till the pain consumes you like the cold from the ice as you slowly believe there lies and listen to the rumours you my friend have fallen as if a trapdoor opened under your feet and down you drop as the floor turns to cold Lanolium as you see the hospital walls and floor but you awake in the morgue of death lead by a doctor of pain he lost 2 kids a wife and his money he considers death a good alternative he hides the wounds well as he slowly walks you to the door you scream bit are silently carried off by a sad doctor as you try to run away your body refuses to move till a nurse finds you she is no better sinner is all you see as she stands there the words printed on her arms in deep red marks as she weeks you to a room there stands a man who you know to well a man who you condemned to be stuck here in you land of ice and in cuts of red
