Pretense

Pretense

My fingernails turn blue and dirty

The Colours of pretense are filthy.

The blueish shade tells you,

I am half masked and half true

To feel free, I unlock my drawer

Take myself out, then put it down

I pretend there’s god, and I jump

In the blood, in the religious liquor

The blood chew my life, a lie

Blood is not thicker than water

I hear my nails creaking a sound.

Tearing apart the cloth I wore for too long

My skin rots, smells of the lovers I hide

In the memory box, in some old romantic song

Pretend that it’s a lie, a reality forged

I am nothing but a toy soldier, dear God

Pretend I am a puppet

Whose trumpet was stolen

Because it belonged to the God

He’s a thief, but you pretend he’s not

Pretend, pretend, pretend

God lives in the aorta,

Yet knows nothing about me.