Whited Sepulchre

Say it
Dont lie to me
The truth may kill me
So just speak it

Fake it
And you'll make it
The eye percieves
What the difference tells

Play me
Like a fool
I won't notice
The origin of your hatred

Lay me out
On a bed of nails
I'll slide across the floor
And empty my mind

I'll drain it
Into a bowl
Package it up
And send it to you

Pick it apart
Taste its benevolence
Scrutinize its vessels
I was honest in the end

Can you say the same of yourself?