Falsehood:.

Broken glass, a shattered smile,
open wounds a bloody pile.

Full of hate, despair and loathing,
Waiting, waiting but never knowing.

Sheltered skies, oh so blue,
Butterflies and false I Do's.

Climbing crawling, but never reaching,
A tainted priest forever preaching.

And then it all becomes clear,
all that's left is to disappear.