Liar

His words like razors cut my spirit and left me lonely Lost in his falsities and scarred by his broken promises Afraid of the immoralities that occupied his mind I strayed from my own beliefs, facing head on what may have been my demise Frightened by his threats, bruised and battered, I cried out I begged for help from others in silence and fear I cried out to God to rescue me His touch was nearly unbearable His fists were filled with malicious intent He had no values, no faith, and he showed no remorse His spirit was completely engulfed by anger, by hatred Control was his goal, I was his possession Inferiority was the fuel for the fires of rage that burned within him Insecurity was the torch that stoked the embers into flames Lies dripped from his tongue like molasses Thick and dark, bitter sweet words of kindness and gentility, of love Like poison darts to my ears and heart as I gave of myself fully to him I believed he could change though his wickedness would not allow it He was held captive by his own demons Acting out from the evil that thrived within the soul of this monster A fiend sucking the very life out of me, chewing away at the pieces that remained A permanent stain on my memory he still haunts me in my dreams *Inspired by Deborah Guzzi’s Wickedness Contest Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend