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Sunday, October 13, 2013

Epitaph

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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