Leaking Perspective (Better Clean It Up)

sour, tart, treacherous;
your words once filled my head,
tearing down my questions
as they put me to bed.

in a way i want to know,
want to know what reaps a soul,
I want to see into your eyes
as they weep for greed.

So watch gently with one glinting eye,
the hourglass flipped on its side
the past a shiver, lips a quiver,
lies spat out the eyes

of those
which one does hide....