The Color of My Dreams

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Malicious Mother of Mayhem

Lies, deplorable lies!
You tell them, I defend them.
Then you shrug it off as though it means nothing.
Belittling my efforts to accept it.
Lies, despicable lies!
My whole life built on them.
And you blame me for your delusions and contempt.
Forcing my hand in defiance.
Lies, diabolical lies!
Our grievances grow with them.
But you care to know nothing of it.
Spitefully dishing it out.
Your disdainful thoughts of me
dispirit my thoughts of reconciliation,
causing my dejection.
Such is the life born to a malicious mother of mayhem.

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