Best Part of Truth Are The Lies

Bathroom confessions

backdoor redemption

Black moon promise

made to a leather winged Angel

Afterglow addict disciple of dawn

woman standing at the edge of love

listening for the silence in between the words

whispered with an ambidextrous tongue.

Loiterer in dim luminescence

under bloodshot skies.

beautiful visions reminding her of horrible things

knowing the best part of truth are the lies

casualty of kindness twilight apostle

feeling what is not her favorite color

A song of flawed perfection

The taste lingers on her lips

Its melody fading with the last smile of summer

By Judge Burdon

From: Costa Rica