Lies,
Like little cobras,
Slither into your ears,
Caress your feelings,
And bring ephemeral comfort.
Until they bite.
One by one,
They feast on your gullible confidence,
Hiss at your allies,
And strangle your conscience,
Until,
Hollowed and pitiful,
You capitulate to the snake charmer.
But it’s too late.
The venom afflicts.