You disgust me,
With your proper poise,
Your self-righteousness,
And how you're coy.
You sneak around,
Seeking each victim after another,
Your poison consumes,
The victim is smothered.
You wear a fake mask,
You think I can't see,
The treachery hidden,
The man you'll always be.
9/19/09
Treachery
Posted by D.A.L. at 1:12 AM
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