writing Vulnerable

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

Dare I to leave any semblance of myself? Upon bitter tears left to boil in heated cauldrons of mal-content... into lessons of old which inflict the deepest passions upon our inner peace. A lie that prevails and surrounds our crying faces with mirrors of distrust, providing all needs to disillusion the dreams we dare to seek. 

Tell me, what lies will you speak, what dream will you destroy, what friendship shall you offend, and what vision will you show to me, to make me see all lies as truth upon my rotting flesh?

I will give no such luxury to the enemy of my peace. Accept no other end for lies to seep deeper into every crevice, for once they make their stand, a wall will take their place, and no love shall ever again reach cowering ears.

 

-David favret