We Won't Be Fooled Again

She speaks to me
In erotic prose
To gain my interest.

She offers me
Empty sentiments
To move my affections.

I forget who she is
But she reminds me
That her declarations
Must be doubted.

She says she misses me
But not enough
To prove her words.

For she was a Liar from the begining,
And she is the Mother of Lies.

She has become
What she always was,
What she always hid,
A soul-less inebriate
Now revealed.

She walks
Through her days and nights -
Faking love,
Faking romance,
Faking life itself.