Have you noticed,
As it so often is,
That those who
Deceive the most easily,
Are the most beautiful?
Either in appearance,
Or personality,
They radiate innocence
And friendship,
Love and loyalty,
Harmony and humility,
When they have,
In fact,
A file keeper
Of the most organized kind
In that sick mind
Of theirs,
Waiting to take
Your actions,
Your words,
Your very thoughts,
And twist them,
In any and every
Way they can.
It is quite like
Melting down a
Piece of metal,
Completely disregarding
Its original, intended use,
And setting fire to it
So as to take its essence
And make it
Something else entirely,
Which suits your purpose.
Go ahead.
Mold it into
What you wish.
Throw it about
Like putty,
Twist it like an
Iron hanger
So it becomes
Something new,
Something evil,
Something hateful.
Or!
Better yet!
Use it to make
That weapon
Which I anticipate
You'll shove in
My back
When I least expect it,
Least need it,
Can least tolerate it.
I know your kind,
And you will
Bide your precious time -
Because you have all
The seconds,
Minutes,
Hours in the world,
Don't you? -
And when
The time is right
For you,
You will strike
Without mercy,
Without pity,
Without remorse,
Like a cobra lashing out
To deliver its poison
Into a tiny mouse
Just passing by,
None the wiser
Of its approaching fate.
Oh, don't hold back now!
Stick your spiraled knife
In my back again,
Which twists all on its own!
Pull it out,
Stab me again!
Slap me
Across the face
Any way you like.
Speak your pretty little lies
Behind my back
Once more,
And convince yourself
That I won't hear of it.
That I won't get wind,
Get scent,
Get wise
Of the toxic creature
You are.
Oh, please,
Don't stop now!
It's hardly the time
To back down
When you have made
So many efforts,
Used so much energy,
Gone to so much trouble
To tear me down,
And make me nothing.
Or is it trouble for you,
Really?
Does it take any time
Out of your schedule?
Or is this,
As I suspect,
Just another day
In the life?
I would believe
It is safe to say
This is normality
For you.
My curiosity
Only peaks
When I wonder
How many others
Trusted you,
Believed your
Pretty words,
Woven with delicate
And malicious intent.
Who trusted your
"Kind" actions,
And your tendency
To "care,"
And who suffered
A similar fate
As I.
You play your game
With skill
And practice,
With a deft hand
Which has likely
Seen
Far more profuse
Amounts of blood
Spilled
Than my own.
I am sure
You have seen
Far greater
Men and women
Fall from grace
As a result of
Your words,
Your actions,
Your cunning planning
And appalling lack
Of the most basic
Compassion
For your fellow man.
But you will see,
As all
Who are like you do,
That you shall fall,
As well.
Like the walls of Jericho,
You and the existence
You lead -
Built on lies,
Deception,
And a crazed
Desire to see
The misery of others -
Will tumble.
Brick by brick,
Or perhaps all at once,
All shall see
The demise of one
Who caused the very same
For so many others,
And,
In the same respect
You showed me,
And showed them,
We shall have no pity,
No concern for you.
No great leaps
Will be taken
To keep you from
Hitting the ground
When you fall
From your most mighty
Throne
Built on riches
That you gained
From causing
Others' emotional
And social poverty.
It shall be
The end of an era!
The people,
Almost as if
In revolution,
Shall cry out
Their oath
That it shall
Never happen again!
Never again will
We suffer
At the hands of
A tyrant
Of the worst kind!
And yet...
And yet...
It will, indeed,
Happen again.
Others like you
Will come along,
Will weave
A sticky web
Of all things
Treacherous
And will catch
So many
Unsuspecting
Creatures
With the lure
Of "diamonds"
In the gnarled
And tangled
Threads.
But I,
For one,
Have learned
My lesson,
And in my travels
Shall avoid
You,
And all others
Like you,
At every cost.
What happens
To you
Is not for me to decide,
But rather,
Something greater
Than myself.
I only advise you
Not to call out to me
For help,
Or expect an outstretched
Hand
To pull you from
The mess
You found yourself in.
If you find a hand at all,
O Cunning One,
Beware!
It may have a knife in it.