Truthspotting

All the truths walked on valiantly

Marching on the staged fires of time

Watching and dreaming, the lies die

Survivor's guilt ran like a cancer

Through their ancient fragile veins

They took a vow of celibacy 

Left the stage, a path to retreat

Rechristened to cliches, a few

Rest morphed to white lies

Resting on the tip of tongue

In the trenches of black hearts

These bloody desolate words

Sadist in the nature, they relish

Me not able to regurgitate them

She remains an unknown observer

Indifferent to the better man

Truths harbor a strong will

They force you to lie in guise

You will find them though

In a man with a mask

In the smudged letters

In the books with heart

In her dilated pupils

In the vulnerable words

When making love

In the drunken slurs

Truths, our roots of conscience

Immortal, they acquire an arrogance

Scarred, I can't take my eyes off of them

Elusive, I can't catch them

Lurking they are, look around

Eternal cliches of our emotions.