The Enemy Within....
Let me hone this blade of hate, raw and naked, against the thin fleck of your resistance, just begging for an opening as I seek your vulnerable spot. And you have one, make no mistake about it. I caught its mocking leer...the thin sliver of your hushed lies... the second your hand brushed mine in that oh so intimate gesture you play like a trump card. The years have taught you the fine art of deception and how to dress guile under the trappings of gently faded elegance. I can taste betrayal on your lips...the thin veneer of deceit tricked out like a dark angel...and every whisper of envy that has stalked my soul for decades. Why is the taste so sweet..tinged with a bitter shadow of decay and souless regret? What dreams weave landscapes and worlds behind those closed eyes...lids drawn tight against the words you will not hear? And what dark trick must I master to unfurl a heart that cannot bear the weight of its own creation....