Stained Lies

[Mooku]

So don’t hide behind your sorry lies,
And transform yourself into a pitied soul,
Attention grasped in your stained fingers,
With the remnants of an old forgotten fling,
Your bulbous bottomless ebon eyes stare,
Toward the precious prize laying yonder,
Soon your trifled heart will stop the blood,
Completely naked of award winning charades,
Desperately contemplated and violently cryptic,
All that remains is the manifesting flagrant truth.

I wrote it a few weeks ago and just recently found this forum. I really wanted some people's thoughts about it. Thanks a load!