Beautiful Liar
Her lips are pretty
like the rind of autumn
Cursed with seductive lures,
Eyes of pleasurable doom
Comfy retinas gulp all
presented in sumptuous vague
Abandoning cognition beneath the cave's
damp nostrils, in company of fleeing vanity
She is the sweet lie whose adventure
bites the dust at its sweetest
And like a sneeze; a jolting wake
to the compulsory knock on the partition
Staring into the eyes of the bitter truth,
leading the hike upon the dark mystical alley of eternity