Tell Me Lies

They tell new lies

to cover the old ones,

layers of dust

on a floor that still creaks

when you walk across it.

Truth waits.

Silent.

Patient.

Because lies rot.

And when they rot,

they reveal

the very thing

they were born to hide.

You can stack a mountain

of stories,

but one sunrise

is enough

to expose every shadow.

They tell new lies,

but truth

never forgets

its way home.