Deception
You, deception,
Are disguised behind an intricate and stunningly beautiful mask
Embroidered with bright jewels.
Your lips are coated with saccharine fabrications
That allay your elders and inveigle your young.
The effortless, artful creations which fall from your gentle mouth
Are masterpieces deserving of wonderment.
The cloth which adorns your body is pure white with no imperfections
To the outside viewer.
The tendrils of your skirt comfort the blind and cradle those who love you.
Your blouse is soft against your bosom and when you move it whispers gently against your skin, skin even the most gallant of men have coveted.
And your talents, dearest deception,
In this domain are far beyond what any human could hope to achieve.
You search for and pinpoint the innocent and caring soul.
The tenderness and vulnerability of an immaculate spirit is your ambition.
The soft flesh of an unscathed heart is exquisite and perfectly seasoned.
You effortlessly spin webs of sparkling silver
To lure your prey to their opulent
Expiration;
Where you will rip with sharp stained teeth
And pierce with vile serpent’s tongue,
The trust you had built
With those who you claim to
Be-
Friend.
What you do is truly a convolutedly complex,
Solitary,
Unique form of a persisting art.
 Yasalana · Tue Aug 04, 2009 @ 06:00am · 0 Comments |
