Their words, tainted by lies and laced with their venom, bleeding like water, and looking like gold. The lies sting and burn, but look like diamonds implanted into my skin, fabricated and threaded in their minds, but laid in the place I call home. Lies, simple but sharp enough to cut into my skin and burn the heart that they say they want. My eyes used to sparkle that emerald green, be now are dull like a hollow, sorrowed forest, ripped out like a jaded tear of an art project. Their smiles, shiny like daggers able to pierce my heard, draining it of the crimson love I always knew, emptied to endless darkness.