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
Copyright © Lena Townsend | Year Posted 2009
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