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Deceit — a Parasite of the Soul
A lie of the mind revels in the shadow of cowardice.
You stood before me, with innocence on your breath
You held out a palm, to nurture, to suckle my needs,
You gazed warm and tender, trust begging from your eyes
You uttered softness to calm my quivering, selfless deeds.
My weakness yearned to submit, to swim in hope
My needs, a wanting pit of pain, directed my mind.
My dreams — broken mirrors, begged to find a new reflection
My heart, a fragile leaf, fluttered in the winds and pined.
Trust carried me, lifting the dark curtaining clouds of time
Trust lured me, a lamb to the slaughter of your greed.
Trust married my soul and mind in ventures of thirsty dreams
Trust should have held me in her arms and cradled my need.
But lurking below, an infestation of hunger gnawed and chewed
Passing like the wind, it sifted through me, grasping my core and being.
Suffocating in control, your coils drowned my eyes of the light
You scavenged on the skeleton of my aspirations, those I once thought freeing.