You surprised me with a hurtful attack And I flared up on you, my dear, By screaming a retort filled with righteous choler; Then, you accused me of disrespect and abuse, Adapting a voice of the softest magnitude. Some may believe that I was the one in the wrong; For, the loud decibels spewing from my lips were evident, While you murmured mellifluous locutions Solely meant for me to hear, darling. What they didn't perceive were the callous verses Gurgling out of your mouth, as you made me take in The poison that would kill my most beloved dreams. Yes, I may have been shamelessly audacious As I hopelessly defended myself from your biting scythe; Yet, you were the victor as you manipulated The elaborate scene to suit your own motives-- Shattering my stubborn will to bits. What the world forgot was that things Weren't always what they seemed-- And that demons may appear as beauteous angels Adorned with iridescent halos and wings, While speaking with forked tongues And enshrouded tails of filth. "Fabricated Truth" You surprised me with a hurtful attack And I flared up on you, my dear, By screaming a retort filled with righteous choler; Then, you accused me of disrespect and abuse, Adapting a voice of the softest magnitude. Some may believe that I was the one in the wrong;
