Lie to Me

You should’ve bent the truth, blacksmith!
Told me not the things that displease my ear
but banged your hammer and changed the way the truth was seen.
Let metal be bent to save pain, my dear.
The scalding reality just brought tears from what had been.

You should’ve fed me lies, chef!
Crushed false and mixed with a pinch of deception.
Added to a bowl of pounded disguise and brought to the boil over a burning flame.
I wouldn’t have tried to make any connection
as to why the food wasn’t quite right, it would all just taste the same.

You should’ve spun me a yarn, spinner!
Used your coarsely wound thread to make a blindfold against truth,
wrapped it round and tied it into a knot along the back of my head.
Cutting my neck, the sharp thread like sharp tooth.
Better off with that than having a soul which is dead.

Instead you were loyal. Honourable you say,
but the truth sometimes hurts and isn’t always the best route to choose.
You are the executioner of my soul, so pray
that you bring no harm to me again, because next time, you won’t be excused.