The lie in truth’s clothing

Don’t believe a single word her crooked mouth spits out. Cheat, sham, deceit is all you can make out.
Welcome dejection with open arms when it dawns on you that a black heart is no longer a metaphor, that the embodiment of evil and perversion lives to destroy and destroys to survive.
The death of the unwary, of the misled fool. Smiles like mirages. Her eyes? Glance into the abyss. A million furious cries, a million poisoned curses, a million desperate screams for fear of justice not showing up this time. Because it never does when it’s most needed.

At times I forget how much pain she’s caused, but I can clearly see it in her eyes. I still remember the reasons why I will always get back up again, but I will never be able to stop limping. I will never be able to forget the true face of pretended love, the feeling of uncertainty, the wish to smash my fist on the table or on your face or on my own. Losing appetite, losing the will to go sleep, losing the will to ever wake up again.

But it’s time. Hunt her now, she must go down.
Repent, sinner, you’re going down.