alittleliar

Dead little fish falling from the sky
You stare at the strange sight
You feel the bile rising
up your throat
It stinks
after all
But the
worst
thing
is

the human faces staring back.
Flesh, blood rain down
painting the road
it’s like art

Liar, liar, so you open your eyes
No fish, nothing from the sea
Only human screams and
human fear and death
and the strange sense
of peace and joy.