Deep down, I know of lies,
Mistakes breathing stealthily
Inside the coffin of truth,
Trying to break an illusion:
There is consummation in incompletion.
Expectations are used to their own stabs,
Love desires to indulge in this bloody act,
More often than not.
A delusion defying the yardstick of cost,
Churns the body,
Keeping the mind alive.