Deception

whispering lies into your soul;

Thick with honey,

I pour them over you,

watching you succumb...

(how easy you succumb!)

Such heady delight there is

in giving back to you

what you have so often given to me.

This purgatory in which I dwell

is filled with neither sun nor shadow

and I wait like a lamb facing slaughter,

remembering better days...

(oh yes, there were better days!)

So long ago they were;

So lost in time we were;

Oh, how innocent we were

when fire ran through our veins.