what kind of excuse was that?
approaching like a whisper from one so familiar
but inside, a fiend.
as something was brewing,
I felt it like a dark smear inside the blinded eye
blowing with tight, measured breaths,
but chose to over rule my own common sense
and now,
the fire has spread beyond customary borders
trust frayed and sprayed, splashing innocent parts
way beyond the point of contention
with seared comprehension,
all for what purpose
exactly

cheap-seated thrills are for the dim witted
why prey upon trusting hearts?
twisting words to mean anything but.
duplicity with dishonesty, why?
underhandedness is unnecessary when the truth doesn't lie
why ride the tiger
when the milk is for free,
is this what the subterfuge was?

now explain why this rage will not stop...

03/17/2009

Posted on 03/18/2009
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