Time tore into oblivion, 

Following the ruts of lies kept as shields,

The past blurring into a swirl of untended carnage. 

There was nothing left for her but those lies. 

They were all she really had, 

And an ersatz future, 

Built upon them in vanity, 

Owned for the sake of being owned.

A phony love made of prevarications and self-deceit,

Red but not in passion … in blood of betrayal, 

Only casual acquaintance cast in false fluorescence, 

Cardboard made to look like castles, 

A new place to hide from honesty, 

To repeat the same mistakes.

Yet another lie to live by.