Living a Lie

My head is lying in the lake,
Where hands and feet will drag and scrape.
I tell my friends it's not too late,
We're living in a lie.

Mourning cries, my soul to rake,
While shrieking mouths are left agape.
How forceful falls the blow of hate?
I'm living in a lie.

When bones and bread refuse to wake,
When knives find rest below the nape,
No vice is herein left to sate.
You're living in a lie.

The bold conviction seems a fake.
What shadowy and faulty shape?
Weakness is a loud man's trait.
You're living in a lie.

A hopelessness I cannot shake.
Despite my speed I can't escape.
My fate, with baited breath await.
I'm living in a lie.

Lest we forget what's here at stake,
The tarnished past as clothes we drape.
With bended knees by buckling weight,
We're living in a lie.