A Subtle Dagger

it infiltrates,

insidious,

it feigns at love,

betrays our trust

in what we've known,

since we were born.

the truth we've found in all we see

points to design,

still our chests swell,

we'll never find

true answers from a wishing well.

so feed us all

another lie,

to still our thoughts,

appease our pride,

so we wont have

to chance the way we see, we live, we love, we die,

our lust precedes

our blasphemy,

our logic reads

like notes from tainted autopsy.

our souls they speak of something more,

but we cant look beyond ourselves.

we implore empty skies because

our heats hold room for no one else,

we extend our

claws to grasp at shadows of the

ideals we have,

lost causalities of a subtle dagger,

buried to the

hilt in our hearts, blood on our hands.