She stood in silence of the empty graveyard...
She wanted to speak, but found it to hard…
Her heart was filled with ravenous regret and great guilt
From all the pain – and she would continuously run away.
In silence of the night tears fell as she hid alone and
cried,
In the light of the day, she`d hide in the fortress she
built.
A keep - made of fake smiles is where she would, daily, stay;
Until the blood she spilled and salted waters had dried.
The woman, which the rest of the world knew (the camouflage)
Was absolutely content, loyal, loving, and upbeat.
Nothing about this joyful girl appeared at all forlorn,
A testament to her expertly displayed disguise (her mirage).
They knew nothing of her disposition of defeat,
The low self-esteem, and the scars which were worn.
She`d display the deceptive image at her place of vocation;
Showing off the false smiles, in multiple pictures on Instagram.
So deft at deceit, she usually almost believed fiction was
actuality.
Why should she not believe in her dishonest creation,
If everyone else believed in the visage (not seeing the scam)?
She fooled her closest companions and lied to her own family…
… To one, however, she was momentarily real and genuine.
Not because she wanted to, but due to all they had been
through.
This person was shown her very best and also the faulty –
Had sampled all the sweetness and the bitter and salty.
Through both heaven and hell, their friendship steadily
grew;
And like the titanic, they didn`t see the approaching ruin.
Despite the multiple repeated lies and careless disregard
from her;
A second-second chance to show loyalty and honesty would
occur.
The person stood by her bedside, when she was in the
hospital;
And forgave all the untruth, every injury, ignored the suspicion,
Repaired the damage that she cause; believed she would reach
her optimum –
Despite endless betrayals, that her commitment would be at
its` maximum.
She swore that her love was endless, without any condition –
And this would be the most destructive lie which she would
tell.
In their time spent together she`d reveal secrets, she
claimed none knew;
Despite her character, the person took those things revealed,
to be true.
The deepest desires of her dreams, the fervor and ferocity
of her fears;
The person loved her honest smiles and consoled all her
falling tears.
She lived in her disguise and tried not to think about the
person she destroyed.
All responsibility for the death, she just blew off and
would utterly avoid
Thinking about the life, her nefarious ways had carelessly
severed apart;
She was an artist who created an odious, abhorrent work of
modern art.
She tried to ignore looking or speaking to the grave,
Of the friend, that she didn`t even attempt to save.
She justified her decisions and actions, by relying on
advice of transitory friends;
But despite all their instructed fancies and her own delusional
illusions,
The reality, the validity, the filthy fact – she couldn`t
wash away or cover or cleanse…
Which was: She killed the person with her repeated wicked
contusions.
And though the person screamed every obscenity as they died
at her hands;
No matter the words said - to this day, one phrase remains
and forever stands.
No matter the wrongs, who threw the first stone, how she
avoided it; she couldn`t undue
A truth the person expressed as they died… She tried to avoid
their last words… “I Love You”.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
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