The whitest lie

Sipping coffee, rainy skies,
I think of freedom, and the whitest lies.
Whitest lies to help me hide,
Whitest lies, I confide.
And anger, hatred, sick and shame,
Shame, yes, and no one,
No one,
No one but I,
Am to blame.
No one but I, refusing helping hands,
Alone, and cold, in this darkest, darkest of lands.
Alone, and vacant, as gods above,
Love the comfort of drizzle-love.
Nowhere, really, for one to run,
Whitest lies twist everyone.
Mindsoulboggled, hearts inflate,
For the whitest lie, on a plate;
For us to feast on, to savour its taste:
Whitest lies don't go to waste.
Whitest lies feed the poor,
Whitest lies form folklore.
Whitest lies, for me, and you,
Turn us twisted black and blue.
Done, I am, with whitest lies,
Done, I am, with rainy skies.