lying, an act of hatred

an assault against the divinity of trust

a spit on the grave of love that once was...

if not stillborn, a puppeteer with its corpse



the duty of self loathing; spread to the beloved

in the guise of defence, purity ruptures

a vile form of mockery--how dare you so?

to inject your venom into blood so close



deceit can birth, sicken and ****, but heal it cannot

only to be espoused by those most corrupt