LACUNA: Ms. Storyteller

Ms. Storyteller

tears and blood spill in my veins
the aching pain of betrayal began
a friend is no longer a friend
but who's to blame?
the friend or the growing personality disorder that has slowly taken over

it's sad to see such a beauty defiled...
her harmless search for an identity soured
semblance of personalities used to hide a dreary self identity away
her new found confidence exerted to steal any attention that comes your way.

you sick sick girl
is that what you craved for
feeling mortally victorious when all eyes are on you
did that help in feeding your growing megalomania?

so what's behind that innocent smile facade?

what are you trying to hide from me?

you remain silent about the truth when i asked

when 'a minute and a second acquaintance' already knows your deepest secrets.

so your trust is given to someone you hardly know

was it because he has a stick between his legs

that is capable of spiting into your mouth as you spat the truth out

a mutual reciprocation of each other that until now you've been denying

what an evil sin

for you to fall in love with

constantly spinning me around your web of deceptions and lies

do you even feel slightly remorse?

so you think i remained clueless about your recent 'events'

would it shock you that i know of your secret visits

or hear stories of how you threw yourself at him

to encourage that growing sexual desire

did you think i underestimated your capabilities

believe me, stories about you parading around his room with nothing but eyeliner on
of you riding him and moaning in ecstasy
won't surprise me, at least not anymore.

a fine line between right and wrong has blurred for you my friend...
and in your search for truth, you've became an utmost lie.
and i'm jus waiting for the day you fall and melancholy cry
to say 'i told you so'...

LACUNA

Ms. Storyteller

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