i choose lies

and why not when the hammer breaks ice already thin - and skin is too much, flawless, blemished with a hurtful - choose this utopia because like a fairy tale retold - some have money, others only illusions, why not both? with many gestures faked just because you like it that way. and lips are sealed when eyes do not gaze with emotions buried deep. so deep i no longer remember where it was first found - narration, a story retold and every disfigured puppet smiles at the mirror - we're all winners here. in this merry train where shells no longer stick. cast off - with a shrug when i no longer need you.