by Beth Gaboury

Created on: July 08, 2011

Intricate weaving of lies and deceit
My eyes are the ones you cannot meet
Trickery was an ally of you for long
Feeding on the weak is what made you strong

You are poison in my glass
The clock to make good times pass
A splinter in my troubled mind
Rest and tranquility I cannot find

Webs of cheats and deceptions
They all confront new conceptions
Hearts challenge your corrupted ways
But greed takes over to claim the days

You are poison in my glass
The clock to make good times pass
A splinter in my troubled mind
Rest and tranquility I cannot find

Deflower me, defy my hope and pride
But forget not that love is on my side
My heart, my soul you will never take
My spirit you shall never break

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