My Beautiful Lie

I hide behind a lie forged by my hand

Before this chiseled frame,  

Beyond the perfect shell they will not see my deceit

Thrown acrimoniously at their feet

But they love the lie, the truth would only disappoint;

Disarray their shallow intentions

After all, my invention pleases them

So why not let them drink up the joy

That it possesses? It impresses their eyes

How the lies just continue to spiral to madness

But with gladness I let slip the snap of the treasure,

The feeling of pleasure ensnared in my hand

And the rushing deathblow it deals to their delusions

You see I am the master of such dark illusions

And my creature, my beauty, entices them in

With the slightest of nods, the subtlest grin

As the desperate begging keeps them pouring in

So I toy with their minds; their kind is so… fickle;

Just tickle the ego, caress their detestable best

To watch them so quickly impressed

And so willing to drop and undress

What a mess they are in their desperateness.

But still, I confess, I love that they’re mine

Ensnared in my propaganda made of flesh

At the will of my god, my Adonis, my shrine

The most perfect creation, sculpted divine

Sublime in its presence but mendaciously sly;
In essence, nothing more than an ugly actuality

Beneath such a beautiful lie.

Copyright © 2012 by Simon Austin