The Liar

You! With a mask so pure: dancing around in zest
With dandelions in your hair and a craving for bird's nest,
You are expensive, you are.
The rosy red in your cheeks allures your innocence into giving its all
And you, with a turn of your pursed lip, you change into a demure smile
And continue lying to the world about being good and content:
for you are vengeful, your hatred burns like a candle
Oiled with kerosene;
You never stop burning, yet the ice in your heart hides your anger and insecurity
With much monstrosity,
You blink a seducing eye in hope of concealing your ugliness
that will never show even with the onset of old age -
The ugliness of sin -
Woe!
You look upon us from a painted view of Paradise:
Tropical trees swaying gently in the distance - yet all still in their lifelessness
You beckon to us - and we are lured into the trap of hope
We walk - yet we can enter it not
The oil pastels break upon our touch, the canvas crumpling under our innocent step into oblivion
As you look, smiling sweetly in a gently crafted mask of perfect oval
Hiding an ugly gloat behind the facade,
You beckon to us again as you gloat at how you were able to bring us into the same Hell as you - the hell of self delusion and blind Naivety,
You gently sway to the soft music
Hands twirling in all their genteelness
As you dance to delude the world and yourself.
Contentment?