Kitty Spew

Sifting through your lies just to find the truth is like looking for a penny In the bottom of the wishing well. You use the past to justify what the rug of lies won’t cover up. Force feeding your deceptions, breaking the seal of trust, yet you continue on undaunted. I try to hold to you, but it’s only the shadowy image of Hope. The only thing that lingers in my mind is your betrayal (feeding my hatred), but my heart and Soul desire: your touch and hunger for your passion. It’s a fatal disease that kills slowly but surely.