are you tepid to the truth
or just slightly aroused
by the notion of deceit
to lead you ahead
with unbridled gratitude
does your skin itch
when the temperature rises
exposing character flaws
that dampen perceptions
to undervalue you
has your hand started trembling
as the stories are unravelling
with lights shining over you
now their screaming for blood
sad to say you’ve been bone dry
for years