Lies [Pretty Pennies]

Your head
-beating-
To the pace
Of my-
rusted heart.

Hear me now,
Oh, withered one.
I come in peace
With my-
Counterfeit eyes.

Trust none.
Believe all.
Don't let them
Past your
Alcoholic lies.

Sins and death
Mingle as one.
And you, m'dear,
Have almost won-
Lost?

Smile.
It's what-
those lips are for.

But..
What have they cost?