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Cycle of Vengance

He left, with his cold eyes unseeing, He sauntered and strutted around the room, A victorious winner in his deceitful game, He suffered no defeat, no marks to show my pain. It's like a vicious cycle, set on replay, I meet a guy, who I think I can trust, Then just like the rest, he stomps on my heart and walks away. I have a penchant for choosing really wrong men. Or does the problem actually reside only with me? Like a moth to a flame, dawn to his fire, I am lured by the danger that exudes from his core. They radiant an irresistible charm, Just the slightest hint of menace and uncertainty, That mingles with a false sense of security. I am drawn in by his seduction, Unaware of the ruin I will soon face, At the hands of man who delights in the anguish, And cherishes the onslaught of fresh agony, Contorting my features, my eyes sparkling, Unheeded tears silently burn a path down my cheek. His smile is eerie, and inhuman, as he turns to finally leave, Confident in his triumph, he is well satisfied, Another heart he succeeded in crushing. Now it is on to his nest victim and prey, His sport he will play, on another poor unfortunate soul.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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