Ode to the liar and thief Who crept about In the dark of night With trembling hands For fear he might Yet be discovered? Filling his pockets Lined with lies Lined with intent Like a vampire of old Feeding on the blood Unrequited love While truth his sunlight - his kryptonite Ode to the liar …
Trilby Yates
My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Trilby Yates 