Was it the proud full sail of his great verse?
Full dedication, my vindication.
It purposefully maintained his great farce,
Masterfully lying, the persuasion.

He was always gorged full of his own ****.
I was willful and weak and victimized.
Beautiful deceiving eyes, I admit,
I was full of love, by him, mesmerized.

I became fully his, ****** into life
with a perjurer, oh he was skilful!
My heart was full with love, my head, strife.
The endless lies would stop, I was hopeful.

  But hopefulness can become helplessness
  with hearts, things become frightfully hellish.