LIAR

                                  September 1997
                                  by: raven shadowborne ©

                                  Old things familiar and worn
                                  lay strewn about the floor
                                  broken and torn
                                  like the strings in my heart
                                  that you tore asunder
                                  by your words and your deeds
                                  driven by your greed
                                  your lust for more than was your right
                                  cost others to pay
                                  you wreaked havoc
                                  on those who called you friend
                                  you lied and you cheated
                                  you stole and decieved
                                  yet you spoke pretty words
                                  to cover those deeds
                                  when caught you continued to spill faithless words
                                  which fell on deaf ears
                                  you vowed revenge
                                  acts of destruction
                                  Some you completed some remain to be seen
                                  I sit and I wonder
                                  what drives your soul
                                  what lives within you that makes you so cold
                                  how could you damage the ones you once called family
                                  does love and kindness really mean nothing to you
                                  are you really that shallow through and through
                                  I sit and I look
                                  at the changes you wrought
                                  the hearts you stepped on
                                  slowly I stand
                                  and take my place
                                  you have not won what you wanted
                                  but I hope your scars run deep
                                  I hope tears burning hot haunt your sleep
                                  As I work to heal the damage you wrought

 

       

        
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