BEAUTIFUL LIAR


His mind is a web
Lies running through lines
Craftiness lives rent-free in his blood
Maybe he was born with it
Or perhaps he acquired it along the lanes 
The lanes of life 
He knows your weaknesses 
Like a moth stuck in a web; he skilfully feasts on you
You are his prey; a beautiful prey 
You don't see it until the blood is drained completely from your veins 
You struggle to be set free from his entanglement 
From the snare his tongue's held you in 
Too bad, my darling
You were his prey from the moment he said "Hi"


By: Sambasy 

Comments

  1. The first relief I felt after reading was clarity about how some humans are like parasites seeking whom to feast on. Thank you, Sam.

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  2. This is beautiful… beautifully sad.
    Sounds like Satan’s MO, except he was born perfectly until sin was found in him.
    You gave me something to think about. Thanks, Sam.

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