Coward

Under blanket of lies
With pillow of false hopes
I lay in soft safe bed
in my rich silk robes

I check and double-check
the latch of my front door
For I have spotted Truth there
pounding with deadly roar

Earmuffs of deception
Blindfold of willing ignorance
I keep a gun by the bedside
listening to Pride I buried in dungeon

Palace of Illusions
for my small stupid joys
Truth winks from a window
I pull the drapes with shaking hands

One day I will let the truth in
and let it's cold blade slice my throat
Till then do not name me coward
for choosing slow death by poison of lies