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Shameful liars can't look truth in the eyes for the truth burns their lying eyes with guilt. A liar avoids eye contact because they are afraid people can see their lies and eyes reflect the truth. A shameless liar stairs truth in the eyes because they don't care if it burns. They see with vampire eyes, a soul sucker, a narcissistic liar, a prideful monster, a heartless moocher brings fly's to the table. ----------- This was inspired by Amber Heard and her lies. Justice for Johnny! ❤️

Black as night, cold as ice the heat melts away the waxy wane, I hold the fire that burns deep inside my poetic soul. Shackles binde me to the words that cage my mind in this poetic design. Thorny roads overgrown by poetic weed's of all kind's. The sentencing is final, my guilt is plighting my soul is fighting this poetic venom that bit my creativity turning me... Poetry, poetry brings me to the edge of reality. Guide's me through the dark, candle light feed's my venomous needs. Its smoke invades my being. Leaving me in the window of your mind's to write this venomous design. Poetry is my venom I am its poet a candle lit in the darkness of a window somewhere in time. -------------------- It starts out cold and dark, as poetry heats up the sense bringing light to the window. As the viewer begins to read. The poet burns brightly for all to see. Time is never ending in the poetic world. It can time travel, age quickly, defy gravity and change your mind with just one simple word. Its like venom to my poetic desires.

Upon the flow of words I fade slowly into the dark. Poetry is like the light, it shows me the way. I’m always hunting for the words to say, within the forest of my dreams lives the possibilities of poetry. I’m like a ghost, I haunt this post with my creative designs. I play well with the words, they welcome me with open arms. Line by line the passion grows, it burns deep within me never to fade.