Poets logo

Liars Chair

Inner Madness

By Lily PryorPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Like

As I sit upon my Liars Chair,

(My thoughts race round and round)

And my mask that I created sits crumbling on the floor.

(I look up to the fading light from this pit inside the cold, wet, ground)

I grin as the world it shudders..

(But my love this isn't a pit, and I believe it's safe to say)

And my eyes open to the never ending darkness..

(Me, myself, and I, have dug ourselves a grave)

The Liars Chair it waits for you! Oh sinner do beware!

(And in this darkness i cry out to the feet above)

With slender fingers of copper and iron! Oh sinners do take care...

(I wait with others who have left here without love)

Because in the end, we all fall claimed, by our own Liars Chair...

sad poetry
Like

About the Creator

Lily Pryor

you dont have to read my stuff but i appreciate if you did

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2024 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.