Deception

Sat, 05/25/2013 - 16:40 -- masaya

Deception.
It is
sneaky,
insidious,
slippery,
and questionable.
It slithers
around its
victim, slowly
killing it.
It coils itself,
bonds itself,
makes itself seem
real.
It whispers its
lies as truth,
making it
seem believable-
not a little, but
a lot.
It gives the
appearance of
a friend,
but is
your
worst
enemy.
It has many heads-
two, three, four,
sometimes more-
that convince
you dying
is actually living.
Deception.
It is truly
bent on your
Destruction.

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