Deception
By Shelley M. Latreille
Your deceptive words conned me silently.
The sting of your cold metal gaze still haunts my being.
You are immune to the poisonous blood coursing
through your thick, meaty veins.
Your sociopathic heart, made of ice, shatters
recklessly, but does not harm you.
The shards delve into the psyche of those around you,
imprisoning them with your mesmerizing stare.
But, now you are seen for who you
truly are through eyes of virtue.
You destroy the trust of others and
cause as much pain as you can
before leaping on to your next prized victim.
Your plans will come back to you tenfold
and drown you in a sea of putrid fire,
fully dissolving any additional hurt that
you might have thought to bring.
You are a curable disease and you will
terminate in time, when you least expect it.
