Untitled Work

This is rather random, but where else should I share my random "work"? Here's a poem a wrote on a whim last night. Don't think I have a title quite yet. Ideas are welcomed. Warning: it's weird.
Here ya go:

Oh, to achieve such satisfaction,
To hear words miniscule-
For in them lie
The secret why
So many are steadily fooled.

Faces foiled, they do not toil;
I drink in deep despair.
I ask the wise-
I seek no lies.
The truth, I beg, declare!

Freeze, you taunting mystery!
Your world may end tonight.
For all the lies
Kept in disguise
May be revealed in light.

Only the truth I lonely seek,
Scarred hands held secretly so.
My heart did break.
The choice I take -
To decipher 'tween friend or foe.

My eyes see only pits of lies.
Your offense you cease to croak.
Words won't repay
What you did say
When my heart you took and broke.

I take tonight and choose to change -
Bare wounds open far too long.
I walk away
And all I say,
"Your sins no longer wrong."