I see the empty in your eyes
and feel the cold by your side.
I hear the fable in your lies.
Your surreptitious strikes,
crashing in the way of a tide.
I'm familiar with your falsehood
like that of my every day life
I'm so adept to the hidden in your smile,
it makes me question why?
Why I so intimate with your dark side?
Where have I seen this before,
This hidden cupboard of recongizable strife...
Where's my cupboard and
What is in mine...?