Darkled Mind of Truth
He spoke the fecalith venom of insidious lies;
Scheming curses inside the damnations of man.
Dancing around the ruinous foundations of trespass
vipers continue lurking through a conscious mastery;
skulking as the bowels of deviltry’s evil…
His words prodded the sorrower's dwell of dreams,
raving with pain across the mast of the future.
A verbal sphincter desecrating his coprolite hands,
as the unyielding walls cracked with torment’s mindful disease.
The veining lust which grips the loins of sinner’s purpose
remains a hidden cryptic within the darkled mind of truth…
(Written: October 12th, 2010 4:40 a/m)
© Poetess Victoria L. McColley